I HAVE DECIDED TO TELL THE STORY OF MY RELATIONSHIPS. I MARRIED A WONDERFUL MAN ON SEPTEMBER 13, 1970 THREE DAYS BEFORE MY 20TH BIRTHDAY. AS IN ANY MARRAIGE WE HAD OUR UPS AND DOWNS. HE WAS A WONDERFUL PROVIDER AND TREATED ME LIKE A QUEEN, WHICH I LATER BECAME (ANOTHER STORY). WE HAVE TWO CHILDREN. WE MOVED FROM NEW YORK WHERE WE BOTH GREW UP TO A SMALL MIDWESTERN TOWN IN IOWA. WHILE NOT THE HUB OF ACTIVITY, IT WAS A SAFE PLACE TO RAISE OUR KIDS. WHAT I MEAN IS IF YOU WIPED YOUR ASS THE FOLKS 4 BLOCKS AWAY COULD HEAR THE TOILET FLUSH AND IMMEDIATELY KNEW WHO IT WAS. ALONG THE WAY I MET SOME AWESOME FRIENDS. MY HUSBAND, GOD LOVE HIM, PUT UP WITH MY ECCENTRICITIES. I WAS FREQUENTLY IN AND OUT OF A JOB (FIRED) AND YET WE STILL SURVIVED. HE WOULD WORK TWO JOBS TO KEEP US AFLOAT. HE WAS AN AMAZING CARPENTER, ELECTRICIAN, PLUMBER YOU NAME IT HE COULD DO IT. HE GAVE ME THE KNOWLEDGE TO FIX OR REPAIR THINGS AFTER OUR DIVORCE. I SHALL CONTINUE THIS STORY AT A LATER TIME AS I MUST (DON'T WANT TO) GO TO WORK.