Wow- can't believe I missed this thread somehow.

I've been married 20 years, two months and two days as of right now.

She's been with me through thick and thin. We've been moderately wealthy, dead broke and every step in between. We've lived in basement studio apartments and 400,000 dollar homes. She loved me when I was a college student, an Army Private and a Postal worker. She helped me get to where I am now- without her I would have no direction. She is my eddy in the tempest that is life on this rock.

She has given me the light of my life, my reason for being- my son.

She has been there to help me when I have been shot, stabbed and blown up. She's bathed me, changed bandages and held my hand when various pins, screws etc were pulled out of various appendages.

She's cooked my food, washed my clothes and cleaned my house.

She is my best friend, my lover, my partner in crime, my hero and my soulmate.

All this from some w*ore? I think not.

Marriage is definitely not dead- it is alive and well in my home.