Clarifying the post...

 When I'm on my phone I type with one finger, that's just how I do it.  So I'm fairly quick but I can't do long blogs.  

What did I mean in the below post when I said Ron "had" to marry me?  

We met in Spring of '92.  At first my parents were OK with the relationship as I got some bad news and they were worried how I'd take it - Ron seemed to cheer me up, they thought, so what was the harm?  By the time they realized things had gotten serious it was too late.  Ron was sneaking around with me even after my Dad threatened him with prison and Ron verified, he could end up with a 20 year sentence.  

He was my first (before my 18th birthday I might add) and he was talking marriage, long term commitment.  I moved in with him and found out he had been dating other women the whole time but I had already burned my bridges with my family.  I got depressed.  

Ron didn't keep himself clean which set me up for an unending cycle of bladder and yeast infections for the next 30 years.  Not once did one of my doctors ever think to talk to him about his hygienic practices.  

So Ron used that as an excuse, I was "sickly" I was depressed, he wanted a fun (manic) woman.  This went on for 11 years he had all kinds of excuses.  it was very uncomfortable talking to my Dad about it too as Dad would ask why I wasn't getting married.  

Ron got run over.  He woke up in the hospital, his family had abandoned him.  They had decided they weren't interested in helping.  I kept saying I would do the icky things just help me with rides now and then (that is truly all I ever needed over the next 18 years).  Nope.  

So he wakes up alone.  I'm there, so's my very sympathetic aunt and uncle.  No one else.  He called a few of his friends who told him I had been devoted, loyal, whatever you want to call it.  I took him home in a diaper, catheter, wheelchair, stroked out, sternal precautions, can't use right arm at all.  And I did a decent job.  He kept trying to call his family but they wouldn't take his calls, or hung up quickly.  

He's not stupid, even after the head injury he knew it was me or the Medicaid nursing home.  And I had a condition: we would have to get married so I had legal rights.  

I had many, many, problems because I was not the wife or power of attorney.  

So he married me.  Overall he appreciated I stuck around (I was making God happy, not Ron, or myself, which is the only reason I made it the last couple years), especially at the end he would praise me to the skies every time I brought him a drink of water.  

If I remarry I want him to do it because he can't live without me.  That's all.