In her speech at her parents’ wedding-anniversary party, Tina recalls walking accidentally into a bedroom scene straight out of “I Love Lucy,” the popular ’50s television show. There was her mother, Betina, holding a pitcher of water over her father’s, Chito’s, head.
A couple of weeks ago, when I wrote about happy marriages, one story was left out. Not by design. Today, please indulge me. This one is close to my heart.
I’m a 55-year-old woman—married in the past 30 years, still employed and a grandmother. My problem is my husband. While we were just getting to know each other, he had a relationship with someone else. My parents were against him in the beginning because he has been a diabetic since he was three and feared I would only be taking care of him all my life.
