Joyce and I have been married since September 1984. I met Joyce years before we got married. She was a friend of my sister Mary Ann. The first time we tried dating, it didn't last long due to a misunderstanding. However, we got back together a year or two later.
Joyce and I got along extremely well. The only difference was our views on religion. I have always been a firm believer in Christianity but not a devout Catholic. Joyce was a devout Catholic and a Born Again Christian.
Joyce phoned me one night and we talked about getting married. We decided to ask her dad on the following Saturday. When I arrived at Joyce's house, her parents were not home yet. A short while later, her parents pulled into the driveway. While they were still in their car, I asked their permission for Joyce's hand in marriage.
Her father responded "Just her hand? Take all of her. We've been trying to get rid of her for years!"
So we started preparing for our wedding. Our reception was inexpensive. We rented a hall and hired a caterer to provide a hot buffet. The buffet included a choice of meat, fish and pasta. We figured that would cover everyone and no one would be stuck eating something they didn't like. We bought all the decorations for the reception. Joyce and my sister Mary Ann decorated the hall the night before the wedding.
We also hired a group to play at the wedding. The group was a family who had been playing at weddings and in churches for years. The father's name was Carmen. Carmen was a practical joker. At one point while talking about our wedding, Carmen asked Joyce if she wanted on the job training for the wedding night.
The night before the wedding, Joyce called the priest at the church we were going to be married in. The priest told her that I had cancelled the wedding. Of course, I had not cancelled it. Joyce instantly realized the priest was joking.
Father Bill Eagan performed the marriage ceremony. He had know Joyce since she was in her early twenties. We still see him and write him often. He is a good friend and a wonderful person. I often felt uncomfortable talking to priests. But not with Father Eagan. I felt perfectly comfortable talking to him about any topic.
We had a wonderful time at the reception. Marrying Joyce was the best decision I had ever made in my life. Our marriage is a happy one. We give each other a lot of space. We allow each other to spend time at our hobbies.
We decided to save the extra wedding invitations. We figured if we ever got divorced, all we had to do was cross out the word 'wedding' on the wedding invitations and write the word 'divorce.'
The cards would read; "You are cordially invited to the divorce of John and Joyce on . . ."
Joyce and I got along extremely well. The only difference was our views on religion. I have always been a firm believer in Christianity but not a devout Catholic. Joyce was a devout Catholic and a Born Again Christian.
Joyce phoned me one night and we talked about getting married. We decided to ask her dad on the following Saturday. When I arrived at Joyce's house, her parents were not home yet. A short while later, her parents pulled into the driveway. While they were still in their car, I asked their permission for Joyce's hand in marriage.
Her father responded "Just her hand? Take all of her. We've been trying to get rid of her for years!"
So we started preparing for our wedding. Our reception was inexpensive. We rented a hall and hired a caterer to provide a hot buffet. The buffet included a choice of meat, fish and pasta. We figured that would cover everyone and no one would be stuck eating something they didn't like. We bought all the decorations for the reception. Joyce and my sister Mary Ann decorated the hall the night before the wedding.
We also hired a group to play at the wedding. The group was a family who had been playing at weddings and in churches for years. The father's name was Carmen. Carmen was a practical joker. At one point while talking about our wedding, Carmen asked Joyce if she wanted on the job training for the wedding night.
The night before the wedding, Joyce called the priest at the church we were going to be married in. The priest told her that I had cancelled the wedding. Of course, I had not cancelled it. Joyce instantly realized the priest was joking.
Father Bill Eagan performed the marriage ceremony. He had know Joyce since she was in her early twenties. We still see him and write him often. He is a good friend and a wonderful person. I often felt uncomfortable talking to priests. But not with Father Eagan. I felt perfectly comfortable talking to him about any topic.
We had a wonderful time at the reception. Marrying Joyce was the best decision I had ever made in my life. Our marriage is a happy one. We give each other a lot of space. We allow each other to spend time at our hobbies.
We decided to save the extra wedding invitations. We figured if we ever got divorced, all we had to do was cross out the word 'wedding' on the wedding invitations and write the word 'divorce.'
The cards would read; "You are cordially invited to the divorce of John and Joyce on . . ."
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