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dancingtongue · 80-89, M
He was helping my bride and I move into our first house (rented). She had a five-year old son; it was a package deal. We were carrying our furniture -- a hodge podge of hand-me-downs and thrift store purchases -- up the stairs to the house. The five year old was being a typical five year old, running around underfoot. After several warnings from me, he continued and nearly tripped us. I reached out and swatted him on his behind. He started crying, and ran to his mother.
My wife, at the head of the stairs, told him "Don't come running to me. You were warned."
My friend smiled broadly at her support of me, and said "Oh, you three are going to be just fine." And he was right. The marriage last 43 years until she died of cancer. After a rebellious period of adjustment, my son -- and he was raised as the only father he ever knew -- and I have a great relationship.
My wife, at the head of the stairs, told him "Don't come running to me. You were warned."
My friend smiled broadly at her support of me, and said "Oh, you three are going to be just fine." And he was right. The marriage last 43 years until she died of cancer. After a rebellious period of adjustment, my son -- and he was raised as the only father he ever knew -- and I have a great relationship.