I fell in love, married young and divorced young. Tried it one more time when I was slightly older (and I thought wiser) and it stuck. As of 2013 it has been almost 18 years of...well, not exactly bliss, so let's call it "different." Together we raised a total of five children: mine, his, ours and someone else's - but that's another story. I really had no idea, I suppose, on whom I was marrying, and if I did then boy were the blinders on for this one. No, no, he's a great guy! He's just a little different. And as he grows older (because I only mature - not age), his redneck genes seem to surface more frequently. And so the story begins...............