A few years ago, my all girl catholic high school class was planning its 50 year reunion. The date conflicted with a trip that my boyfriend and I had planned but I was privy to all the chat on our school's facebook page. One thing stood out to me; most of the women married the boys they dated in high school and most of those marriages th…
A few years ago, my all girl catholic high school class was planning its 50 year reunion. The date conflicted with a trip that my boyfriend and I had planned but I was privy to all the chat on our school's facebook page. One thing stood out to me; most of the women married the boys they dated in high school and most of those marriages thrived. We often post photos from our travels around the world, there are lots of family pictures with grandchildren and one recently posted one of her granddaughter getting married. I'm sure they had their struggles but their faith, values and common goals got them through.
My early marriage was none of that and I believe it was because I thought I knew better. I was attracted to a guy who left the country to avoid going to Vietnam and, thanks to an empathetic professor, continued his education while back packing through Europe. He returned to the U.S. estranged from his parents and with a self-righteous chip on his shoulder that I misinterpreted as intelligence. Our impetuous marriage fell apart and the reasons were a series of complications encased in an egg that was rotten. Our values, hopes and dreams were not compatible.
The man in my life and I have been together for decades. We met in our thirties, broke up and reignited a much stronger flame when we were in our forties. Now in our seventies we have a great time together and we are that shoulder to lean on during this season of our lives.
My sage advice: Please pass on the "bots." Don't waste time on these fake relationships. Pursue the real; holding hands is so much better.
A few years ago, my all girl catholic high school class was planning its 50 year reunion. The date conflicted with a trip that my boyfriend and I had planned but I was privy to all the chat on our school's facebook page. One thing stood out to me; most of the women married the boys they dated in high school and most of those marriages thrived. We often post photos from our travels around the world, there are lots of family pictures with grandchildren and one recently posted one of her granddaughter getting married. I'm sure they had their struggles but their faith, values and common goals got them through.
My early marriage was none of that and I believe it was because I thought I knew better. I was attracted to a guy who left the country to avoid going to Vietnam and, thanks to an empathetic professor, continued his education while back packing through Europe. He returned to the U.S. estranged from his parents and with a self-righteous chip on his shoulder that I misinterpreted as intelligence. Our impetuous marriage fell apart and the reasons were a series of complications encased in an egg that was rotten. Our values, hopes and dreams were not compatible.
The man in my life and I have been together for decades. We met in our thirties, broke up and reignited a much stronger flame when we were in our forties. Now in our seventies we have a great time together and we are that shoulder to lean on during this season of our lives.
My sage advice: Please pass on the "bots." Don't waste time on these fake relationships. Pursue the real; holding hands is so much better.