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Thanks for your kind words, JD. I have been trying to live my best life despite having a long history of medical and other physical stuff going on. When I began dating my husband, I had been dry thru the night for 5 years. That dry stretch lasted a total of 11 years. One Saturday afternoon early in our relationship we were watching TV in his family's living room. I needed to use the bathroom and excused myself. I was familiar with the layout of the house. I ascended a short stairway and needed to pass his bedroom on the way to the bathroom @the end of the hall. When I walked past the open door of the bedroom I noticed that his Mom had stripped his bed, but hadn't yet put clean bedding on the bed. That's when I saw the mottled dried pee rings on the mattress. I knew in that moment that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. I wanted to be his champion and his soft place to fall. To validate his masculinity. As you know, the rest is history. He proposed and I said yes. 54 years this coming Wednesday. My nighttime accidents restarted four years into our marriage. I never would have guessed that I would come to rely on him for understanding and moral support much more than that which I provide to him.
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