First one was my bio-donor....69-71.
Next one was my brothers’ bio-donor....72-73 (he went to prison, turned out to be a serial rapist)
Third one lasted six years until he tried to slap her around and she broke his ribs, leg and collar bone.
Fourth (77-current, I think it might just last) is the man that I call “Dad.” I was 9 when he entered our lives. A single mom with two kids and her history? Most guys would have rightly passed.
He stuck around and raised us. Showed us what a man really IS.
I love him.
Now THAT is a man.
Sounds like you got lucky, but you got REALLY lucky.