This one's wild. There I was, a 44 year old old maid. My mom had died two years earlier, and my dad had found a new friend, and I was finally free of the need to be there for everybody. One day, I bought a history book called Portals to Hell, which was about US civil war prisoner of war camps. I was interested in this, because one of my ancestors had been in the Union POW camp at Camp Douglas, IL and later transfered to the Point Lookout camp.
I put up a website about it, and started an email list. One of the first people to respond was the person who would later be my husband. He had an ancestor who had been at Point Lookout. We started swapping Email. Now I had been online in one form or another for ten years before I met him, and never had gotten involved with anybody romantically that way. I just ignored all the come on invitations. But something about my hubby to be caught my attention. His first wife (who he had been divorced from earlier) had been killed, along with his daughter, in a traffic accident that gave one of his surviving kids a head injury, and left the youngest with PTSD. He was still in grief from the event when I first met him in email, and wore his sorrow like a shroud wrapped around him. I felt sorry for him at first, and passed how are you email just because.
Later, it turned out his mom was being threatened by his next door neighbor. That got me paying more attention. Then he had to have foot surgery, and his boys were getting out of control. I felt bad that all I could do was be his rah-rah team back home, and we started chatting on AIM.
Not much longer after that, he became more than a friend. The airwaves grew hot and heavy between us. Four months after we first passed email, I found myself flying up to meet him. The day after I came back, he proposed.
Best thing ever happened to me. We got married six months and six days after our first email.