It takes a Gentleman…

Jeff said he remembered seeing me for the first time around 25 years ago.  He stole my heart when he said he thought I was Aunt Deborah’s daughter, because she is our small town beauty queen who had what I always thought of as Hollywood looks.  But, that is another story.  I will get to it later.

Back to Jeff-

He was fighting and winning “Toughman” competitions.  They are local amateur boxing events you won by process of elimination.  I attended because my cousin Buddy was the “Road Warrior”.  How appropriate; Jeff was the “Gentleman”.  And he is.

His reputation precedes him.  People expect him to be violent or angry.  That is me.  But I am trying to do better.

Fast forward 10 plus years; our boys became friends and we ended up dating.  We dated for three months and got married.  Jeff is my third husband and I am his third wife.  We joke and say now that he had to catch me between husbands.  We also say we have been married 25 years, just not to each other.

I have went to counseling and tried to figure out why I was 30 years old and divorced twice.  One thing they told me was important was common family values.  I can now agree.

Jeff and I will be married 14 years this August.  We have been through a lot.  I am the one that usually gets us “in a mess” and Jeff is the one who supports me through it.

His voice is strong and most people recognize it because for years he was the voice of the West Blocton Tigers, our local high school.  “TOUCHDOWN TIGERS!!!” lies in most of our hometown Friday night memories.

Our favorite boxing story involves Colby.  Local boxing events around here also entertain with food, drawings and kiddie give a ways which involve throwing stuffed animals into the crowd.

Jeff wins his boxing match and can’t wait for the proud father-son moment.  Colby is clueless and proceeds to announce, “See my bear, Dad”.  Jeff said that always gave him perspective.  Fortunately, we also have the picture to prove it.

Jeff and I have found out our kids did not care about our accomplishments.  All of that effort was overshadowed by a dollar store teddy bear.

Don’t laugh,


“See my bear Dad”

4 thoughts on “It takes a Gentleman…

  1. “I am the one that usually gets us “in a mess” and Jeff is the one who supports me through it.” I have a fondness for the way you explain things. I would say the same about myself if I were as good a storyteller.

    I somehow overlooked this post as I’ve read everything else up until now. This is one of my favorites.

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    1. Thank you, for some reason it puts them in the order of when I started it I think instead of when I published. I have one more draft to post, and then I am going to go in order. Or at least try to!


  2. Thanks for explaining this because I sort of thought I was losing my mind. I really do love your blog! Thank you again for sharing your world with us!


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