DEAR ANNIE: “Rita,” as I love to call her, is the best spouse in the world. We met when I was 21 and she was 25. I was homeless and a server at a restaurant. I didn’t have much going for me in my life. I remember seeing her walk in and sit down at a table with some family members of hers. I knew I needed to talk to her. She was beautiful, and the room was glowing around her. I ended up being her server, and by the end of the meal, I had her phone number. I found out later that night, while having a drink, that she was just coming out of a long-term, long-distance relationship. I told her about…