Not really that young. I was 27 in that picture.
We met when I was 18. He was 43. I never expected to date him at first. A friend of his helped me move and mentioned to him in passing that I had a lot of books. So he stopped over one night to look at my books. We ran in to one another on and off over the next two years. Izzie, my horse and I won a big competition a 70 mile endurance ride and I was the youngest person to ever win it so the local paper ran a story about me. He stopped by to congratulate me. After that he started coming over on a regular basis. He went with me to a few distance rides and really started to get into it since it was more challenging and man-friendly than horse shows. He bought himself an Appaloosa to do it with but then a few weeks later was when he was injured.
He originally wanted to get married when I was pregnant but I refused him at first, saying that I stayed with him because I wanted to, not because a piece of paper said I had to. We married because I got a job in a small traditional town and we wanted to be "respectable" and because he almost died from pneumonia and I realized how financially vulnerable I would be.
Speaking of which, I got to get a hold of the lawyer here in a bit and go up to Social Security office. The estimate they gave me over the phone was more than I thought so I should be able to get my daughter the pony we had originally planned on.
With him gone, that's the only way I'll be able to ride now, if DD has her own.