This is a tribute to my Boyfriend who I called Wifey or WHN (what's his name).
We met in May 1998. He lived about 4 doors away. I went down to talk to his neighbor and he was there too. We visited for a couple hours then I went home. He took me out to dinner a few nights later. We seemed to hit it off really well. He told me that we will try the "2 Week Plan". I said what's that? He says we will re-evaluate our relationship after 2 wks and see if we want to continue it for another 2 wks. I Laughed. I have never heard of this, but okay, I'm game if he's game.
One of the things I liked about him (almost immediately) was that he had worked for the same company for over 25yrs. He told me that his job came first. I could respect that.
Before we knew it we had been seeing each other for a year. I said to him that he was the easiest person to get along with. (We just seemed to mesh together well) He turned to me and held up 2 fingers and said: 2 Weeks. We laughed. He would say that all the time. Depending on the situation. "Do you want to try another 2 wks?" or "be nice or this will be your last 2 wks!" and we would laugh.
We moved in together after 2 years. (this would be the "true" test of our relationship, Lol!) He still joked about the 2 week thing. But we got along famously. Not much changed between us except where we lived. We were always together. We would go camping, or little vacations to Las Vegas, Disneyland, The San Diego Zoo, etc.
Then he got sick in July of 2011 and spent 9 days in the hospital. He had pneumonia. They also diagnosed him with COPD. He use to be a smoker. This wasn't the first time he had pneumonia. He would get it about 3-4 times every year. He had a hard time kicking it. At this time, he wasn't able to continue working due to his health, so in October 2011 he retired. He decided that since he was going to be home, he would do all the household chores. He was such a huge help to me. He did all the mopping, waxing, vacuuming, dusting, bathrooms (including the toilets) dishes and laundry. Plus he did all the yard stuff too! This is how he got the name "Wifey" He did everything! I was sooo lucky!
We planned a nice vacation in May of 2012. His words were: I want to take a nice vacation before I die. So off to Hawaii we went. We had a blast! He did real good with all the walking & tours, but was tired in the evenings.
By July of 2012 he was on oxygen 24/7. His lungs were shot and he struggled to breathe. I told him to stop doing the household and the outside chores and just concentrate on breathing. December 7th 2012 he went into the hospital for pneumonia. He progressively got worse and on December 29th 2012 he took his last breath.
Here's some funny stuff that he would say all the time:
~"We've only had 1 fight, and it aint over yet!" Lol!
~If we were in a restaurant and the waitress asked if there was anything else she could get us? He would say: "2 blonde's, a brunette, and a Red head".
~"Be nice gawd dammit"
~"Damn you look beautiful!" (he would compliment me everyday, I miss that the most)
I am soo lucky to have spent the last 15 years with him. I loved him with every inch of my being. I will truly miss him.