February 3, what this date means to me.

Forty years ago on February 3, 1984, Rich and I got married by Rabbi Eisenberg (May he REST in PEACE), witnessed by friends Debbie and Dave.  Although I had been living with Rich since 1982, and we talked about marriage it was extremely important for me that when he asked and I said, “YES”, it would be for life.

I came into our relationship with what is often termed as baggage.  I had been divorced for almost 2 years and I had custody of my son from that marriage who was almost 5 years old.  I was living in Cincinnati when we met and Rich lived in Peninsula, Ohio, a 5-hour drive that I took every couple of weeks leading up to moving in, in 1982.  We made the long-distance relationship work so moving in was the next step.

We became an instant family, accepted by his parents and his friends.  However, we faced numerous obstacles including the cost of transportation so my son (Steve) could visit his father.  Rich was involved from the get-go, but it started to take a toll on our relationship.  Soon after we settled in my ex-husband was not happy about our new living relationship and this soon turned into a custody issue dragging us all through the court system.  Although the court continued to grant me custody, on February 8, 1984, we were scheduled to go to court and face the judge.  My attorney at the time suggested if we wanted to retain custody, we should get married.  This led to our marriage in the Rabbi’s study on February 3, 1984.

Rich and I agreed to go through the formality, however I did not want to get married until this issue was resolved.  Since I did not have that choice, we agreed to silently get married, if it didn’t work, we said we would end it in the future or plan another wedding that would include family and friends.  Yes, we won custody in court after spending a lot of money (well worth it for my son), we returned home and decided to plan a summer wedding and we chose the date, July 15^th.

Yes, this year we will be married for forty-years twice, does that mean we have been married for 80 years????

Now let’s talk about marriage.  I am grateful for my first marriage as my son Steve is a gift from that union.  Although I initially blamed his father for not (never) loving me, time has healed those wounds as I realize we were young when we met and got married and we were so different from each other that those differences divided us and created what now I see as a toxic marriage.  I have learned so much over the years and acknowledge the divorce was needed for us to find our personal happiness.  My son’s father and his wife will also be celebrating their 40^th wedding anniversary this year.

When I met my husband, Rich, I realized for me that the second time was the charm.  I married my best friend, and I became his lover and go to person.  It has not been easy, we have faced numerous challenges and we have tripped over the obstacles, but even when we have stumbled and fell, we got up and brushed ourselves off and kissed and made-up.

Kissing and making up doesn’t mean you have to give up your opinion and turn your differences into a mutual like, it’s ok to be different and not always OK with each other.

Rich and I made it through a custody issues, two weddings in one year, and bringing family and friends together to accept our union even when some said it would not last.  (Thank you all for the challenge but somehow, we have made it.)

Rich and I struggled having a child, many rounds of IVF that we were told would be covered by my insurance only to find out that they weren’t, and we had a billed of $40,000+ to pay.  Three plus years of dreaming, hoping, and praying, and a miscarriage, in December 1989 we were finally pregnant.  (This pregnancy almost didn’t happen, the night before the insemination, I was molested by a doctor.)  With the love and support of my husband and my OB/GYN I went through the procedure because we knew it was the right decision.

Not easy getting pregnant, and not an easy pregnancy.  Sick for the first three months, and Braxton-Hicks’s contractions for the last three months, we brought Alex into the World in August 1990.  And all went well for the first 30 days until our baby became violently ill and underwent abdominal surgery.  When we brought him home all went well for 6 years. At six Alex was diagnosed with Autism/Aspergers and faced the challenges of what Special Needs meant.

Alex made us better and stronger as we did our best, adjusting when needed, and allowing him and us to live in a more traditional and normal state.  Life is not like in the Hallmark™ movies, and Facebook has provided me with the insight that ‘perfect’ does not exist, well maybe for an hour or two when we are playing at something we like and want to do.  I wouldn’t change a thing, well maybe a few tweaks here and there.

Today, I have three special men in my life, my husband Rich, my son Steve, and my son Alex.  I love all three of them and I feel blessed they love and like me too.  As a teenager all I wanted was that one special guy and I was living to find him.  When I met Rich (at Helene and Lanny’s wedding rehearsal, I was not looking for a relationship) I was beginning to feel secure as a single woman, single mom, and being single.  However, as fate may have it, once I met Rich something clicked, and that feeling is still within me.  I am with my person, and despite the fact that not every moment in the day is perfect, I would be lost without this man who continues to provide me with my independence.  I am blessed that he accepted my oldest son and has been a father and friend figure for him for 40+ years.  Rich is a wonderful father and has been involved from the first moment we conceived.  He has been by side when we experienced the loss and miscarriages.  He developed a strong loving bond with my parents and brothers taking a seat at the table.

When I told my mother Rich and I were getting married she commented, “The first time you marry for love, the second time for money…” Although this was to be a long-standing joke between us, I told her this time is for a lasting friendship/love with a man called Rich.

Here is to 40 Plus!

I LOVE RICH

2024