25 Years Later They Laugh At Critics Who Said Marriage Wouldn’t Last

There are many people who get married despite the fact that critics may doubt their ability to stay married for the long term. This often happens when we get married quickly or perhaps we are young and people don’t think we are yet responsible enough for the bond.

In 1995, there was a young couple who also were doubted but they ended up getting married and they stayed married for 25 years. They also were the first couple with Down syndrome in the UK to become husband and wife.

These days, we hear about people who have Down syndrome getting married on a regular basis. At that time, however, it was unheard of and it was the first time in the world that a couple with Down syndrome said I do.

Just like any other disability, however, those with Down syndrome have the ability to beat the odds, and certainly, that is what Tommy and Maryanne Pilling did. In fact, they are an inspiration to many who wonder if they have what it takes.

Maryanne was born in 1971. Her mother, Linda Martin, provided her with a loving atmosphere at home and she also had a sister who loved her as well. There were still times, however, when she struggled in life and she was even rejected by her father.

Since she was raised in a loving household, however, she grew up to be a very loving woman. It was easy to see in her lively personality.

Tommy was born in 1958 and was an only child. When he was 12 years old, he became an orphan and he grew up in a care home in Essex. He did have delayed development because of a lack of a support system, and he didn’t care much for his physical appearance.

When the two of them met in 1990, they were working in a kitchen in a training home for disabled individuals. He was 32 and she was 19 at the time.

It was easy to see how Maryanne felt about Tommy because she would absolutely light up when she spoke about him. They shared a number of common interests, such as music, cooking, movies, and doing craftwork.

Tommy also loved Elvis Pressley and the two of them would dance together on a regular basis. He would also let her know how much he loved her, and eventually, the family got accustomed to having him around.

18 months after they started dating, he proposed to her and asked her mother for permission to marry her daughter. The mother didn’t hesitate, she gave her blessings right away.

Other people, however, were not quite so positive about the idea of the two of them getting married. Some said that she wasn’t ready for it and some even asked about their sex life.

Despite the fact that they were criticized openly, they got married in 1995. 250 people came to the wedding, which was a fairytale for them.

They lived together with her family for seven years before moving into their own apartment next door. Her sister also moved along with them.

They have a very strong bond because he listens carefully when she speaks. There is never any type of hidden agenda and they love each other with their whole hearts.

Unfortunately, Tommy was hospitalized in 2020 after he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and then got COVID. Due to his declining health, he passed away. That was on January 1, 2021.

When the news was broken to her, she seemed to understand but still was a little confused about the situation. We are just glad that they had almost 30 years together, and they loved each other till the end.

My Husband Left Me with Heavy Grocery Bags to Hang out with Friends – He Soon Regretted It

As their usual Sunday routine — Kristen and Gary spend their morning doing chores at home before heading to the grocery store to plan for the week. But when Gary gets a phone call from his friends, he bolts — leaving Kristen to fork up the $650 bill and find her own way home. Who is more important to Gary, and what can Kristen do to teach him a lesson?

For as long as I’ve been married to Gary, we have had a set Sunday routine. We wake up, have brunch and then hit the grocery store. It’s been this way for the past two years — it’s how the system runs smoothly.

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Two plates of food on a table | Source: Unsplash

So, it’s a Sunday morning. I make us brunch while Gary sorts out the outside — mowing the lawn and so on.

“Are you ready?” Gary asked, as he came into the kitchen fresh from a shower.

“Yes,” I said. “Don’t forget to take the shopping bags.”

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A lawn mower outside | Source: Unsplash

We get to the store, and my husband and I have a ball of a time. We walk the grocery store per aisle, making sure that we got everything we needed — and then some. We were both foodies, so cooking together was our love language.

Until Gary’s phone rang, and I saw a different side to my husband.

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A shopping cart in a grocery store | Source: Unsplash

We were just about to start unloading our cart at the checkout when Gary’s phone erupted with a loud ring.

“Sorry, Kristen, but I’ve got to take this,” he muttered, stepping aside to answer. “You can start checking out, though.”

So I began to unload all of our groceries — the meat, the veggies, the fruit, not to mention the junk food and drinks that we had stocked up on, too.

Moments later, Gary returned, looking both agitated and excited.

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A man using his phone | Source: Pexels

“Listen, I have to run,” he said, glancing at the groceries as the checkout guy went about scanning them.

“Where do you have to go?” I asked.

“The guys are waiting for me. We’re going to have some beers, barbecue, and watch the game together,” he said.

Gary put his hands in his pocket, and looked toward the exit.

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A person holding beer with firewood in the background | Source: Pexels

I thought that he was waiting for us to finish at the grocery store, then drop me off at home before taking off to his friends.

“I’ll see you later,” he said.

“What? Now?” I asked, puzzled. “But we’re about to check out!”

“I know, I know,” he said hurriedly, swinging the car keys. “But I can’t miss this, Kristen! It’s a big deal, you know that the guys and I barely hang out.”

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A man holding car keys | Source: Unsplash

“How am I supposed to get all of this sorted out and get home? You’re getting a cab?” I protested, my eyes darting between Gary and the growing line behind us.

“What? No! I’m taking the car. But I’ll call you a cab!”

He hastily began to place items on the conveyor belt.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ve got to dash!”

And with that, he was gone.

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A man walking away | Source: Pexels

“Do you need help with these?” the checkout guy asked. “We have people to help with these things.”

I nodded. I couldn’t believe that Gary had actually left me at a grocery store, just to go and drink with his friends.

“That will be $650, ma’am.”

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A cashier at check out | Source: Unsplash

Of course, Gary had left without leaving any cash behind. It wasn’t that I relied on him for money — it’s just that we usually did this type of thing together. And $650 wasn’t what I had expected our grocery trip to come to.

I paid and wheeled the heavy cart outside. I stood looking at the parking lot, hoping that by some miracle, Gary would still be there.

That he would be waiting for me.

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An upset woman looking down | Source: Unsplash

That he would have finally realized that he was wrong to leave me for an insignificant moment with his friends.

I deserved better.

After a few minutes, a cab drove by. The driver got out and helped me pack all of our groceries into the trunk, and we took off for my home.

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A yellow cab | Source: Unsplash

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got with Gary.

What on earth could have possessed him to leave me alone? I felt hurt and disrespected. I hated everything about the way I felt. My husband had never made me feel this way before.

I got home and unloaded all of the groceries. I was in a foul mood by then. So, I made a cup of tea and took it to my bubble bath. I needed to relax before thinking about how to get back at Gary.

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A cat among grocery bags | Source: Unsplash

As I was sitting in my bath, sniffing the calming scent of lavender, I decided that I would cook myself a fancy dinner with all the ingredients I had bought.

“Two can play at this game,” I thought, shuffling around the house in my socks and pajamas.

I put on some music and I began to cook — I prepared an elaborate feast, grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, couscous, and the works. All of our favorites.

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A bubble bath with tea and a book | Source: Pexels

The kitchen smelled heavenly, and I was in the zone. While waiting for the oven, I set the table meticulously for one — my resolve hardening.

If there was one thing I knew about my husband — he would always check my social media, especially when he was away from me.

So, I took photos while I cooked, and posted them on my socials.

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A woman cooking | Source: Pexels

My stories were always perfectly captured, and I usually shared my cooking online. Shortly after I posted every story, Gary would ‘like’ it — and every time he did that, I knew that my plan was working.

Sure enough, my husband would be with his friends — drinking and snacking and watching whatever game they said they were going to. But Gary wouldn’t eat there, not when he knew that I was cooking at home.

For good measure, I sent him a photo of my plate saying:

Dinner is fantastic tonight, wish you were here! xx

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A person taking a photo of food | Source: Pexels

Later that night, Gary returned to a clean kitchen without leftovers. I was lounging comfortably with a glass of wine and a book — the evidence of my solo feast neatly packed away at the back of the fridge.

“Hey,” he began uncertainly, after he walked in and out of the pristine kitchen. “The house smells incredible. Did you save me some dinner?”

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A glass of wine on a table | Source: Pexels

I shook my head, a slight smile playing on my lips.

“Actually, no,” I said. “But you missed a great meal. Everything was so fresh!”

Gary’s face fell as he glanced around to the dining table, as if hoping that there would be a plate of dinner for him.

“I didn’t have dinner,” he admitted.

“Oh? Why not?” I asked, crossing my legs.

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A man sitting and covering his eyes | Source: Unsplash

“Because I saw your stories and I thought that there would be dinner for me, too,” he said.

I remained silent. My husband knew exactly what he had done wrong. I just needed him to admit it.

“Kristen,” he said. “I’m sorry I left you at the store like that. It was a last-minute thing with the guys and I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted to be with them, I guess. And I knew that you could handle it.”

Gary walked to the fridge and returned with a beer. He opened his mouth to start talking again.

I raised a hand, stopping him mid-excuse.

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A cold beer bottle | Source: Unsplash

“Gary, when you choose your friends over me, it’s more than just leaving me to handle the bills or whatever. It’s way more than that. You left me behind so that you could drink beer. You made me feel second to a barbecue. Today, I wanted you to experience coming home expecting a warm meal and finding nothing.”

“You did this on purpose?” he asked, shocked.

“It’s not just about food,” I continued. “It’s about the people you prioritize.”

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Pexels

“I never looked at it that way,” he said. “I’m really sorry.”

Our conversation that night was long and honest — Gary needed to be reminded of the fact that we were a team and that we did everything together regarding our home. But it turns out that I also needed to be reminded that we could have our lives, too.

“Get out sometimes,” he said. “Go out with your friends, and leave me to take over the house. You’re allowed to escape the routine, too.”

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A group of friends having a picnic together | Source: Pexels

When we went to bed that evening, I felt bad. I had never denied my husband food before, but there was a lesson to be learnt here.

Gary needed to know that he couldn’t leave me stranded in a grocery store without a car. Or without offering to help. Beer and barbecue did not qualify as an emergency.

“You’re right,” he said as he brushed his teeth. “I need to get my priorities straight.”

I’m not sure if Gary learned his lesson, but I do think that making him buttered toast and tea for dinner was a step in the right direction.

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Buttered toast with jam | Source: Unsplash

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