My choice history
My parents told me straightforwardly: "If you marry this girl, you may not go home. We don't want the poor girl and the daughter of alcoholics under this roof."
Friends translated: "Throw it away, it's not your league. He's been wearing the same stinking sweater for a week.
That was 30 years ago. 30 of the most beautiful years ago. I chose her. My beloved wife and my greatest support.
I chose her despite her difficult life situation. And she chose me. Thank you, darling.