We will have been married 60 years this August 5th .
Hubby booked the honeymoon , as my dad had paid for the wedding reception..
little did I know how I’d hate it all!
He was very drunk , and I was very angry .
We stay in London the first night at a big posh hotel. As I say he was drunk and pass out across the bed .
I was hungry and cried myself to sleep.
Next day we traveled by train down to the Devon coast . “Sea view Hotel”. I was 19 he was 23, everyone staying there were old.
I worked in London so was very fashion conscious.
This hotel was about a mile along a cart track...no road....I had 4” high heels... it was murder.
then on top of this nightmare ...I found he had been a jockey in training in this village ...all he wanted to do was revisit his old haunts and try to find old friends he’d made as a lad . I felt alone, bored , and neglected.
It was horrible . When I thought it couldn’t get any worse...it started raining !!
needless to say ..the only time we have celebrated our wedding was for our 40th when our kids sent us off on a cruise .
Dave is 83 now and me 79... to this day he says -“ Im not a sentimental or romantic guy.”

No kidding! LOL
But we got saved three years into our marriage ....he is a wonderful man , and my strong rock ...we’ve had a good marriage in spite of the rocky start . :)