posted on Jun, 25 2011 @ 04:34 PM
I probably have one of the most depressing stories you could imagine, seriously...
I had a few dates as a teenager, but didn't sleep with one until I was almost 18. I went in the Army, and two years later met my first wife. I only
knew her about an hour and asked her to marry me; she said yes, and six months later we were married. We remained married for 20 years, and she died
of breast cancer. About six months later, I met another woman on a job; I was doing electrical work at the home of a famous Canadian motorcycle
racer, and she was working with her father doing brickwork. Two months later, we got married; 16 months later she died of a MRSA staff infection
which caused her to have 3 strokes. On my way to work the day after burying her, I was crying, and praying for strength. I told God that I couldn't
stand being alone again, and I asked Him to let me meet my next wife that same day. I told Him that I didn't have to talk to her or even see her
again for three months, but I needed to meet her to have some kind of hope. When I got to work, there was a beautiful woman applying for a job, so I
engaged her in conversation. Three months later, I ran into her again and asked her out. She moved in with me within two weeks, and two years later
we married. We've been together 6 years now, and will celebrate 4 years of marriage on July 4th.
If this were the end of it, you might say ok, stuff happens, but there's more. I dated two other women between marriages, and both have since died
as well; one died from failed kidney transplants, and the other put a 9mm in her mouth.