Bitch! My mother WAS RIGHT.
Way to go, blatham. I didn't know how you would weasel out of you acceptance, but I knew you could do it - and three posts quicker than I would have bet.
As Sean Penn said, in reference to his marriage with Madonna, "I think I made the mistake of confusing a great date with a marriage."
There. See? A perfect marriage.
What with global warming, the chances of HELL FREEZING OVER are about as promising as John Ashcroft's wife getting a boner tonight
What the hell just happened?
At sixty, after ending a thirty four year marriage, I feel like my life has just begun, much to my great joy.
To finally be with a man with whom I have so many similarities, likes and passions, is something I never thought I would have. I'm still getting used to the fact that I'm truly happy, realizing that I didn't even know what true happiness was! Never, in my wildest dreams, did I imagine it could be like this.
To come to this stage of life and to experience love as a fully mature adult is the ultimate life experience, at least for me. The passion is real, not mindless. The intellectual stimulation is rich and loving without the need to impress. Each other's independence is accepted without worry or defensiveness or explanation. We are two individuals, complete people. The honesty is absolute and freely given, without worry of being demeaned in any way.
I think Soz had it right. Younger people have more opportunity to mature into complete individuals before making such a serious commitment.
I have always believed in the importance of faithfulness, but if a marriage is numbing, then change is lifegiving. I am incredibly grateful that my life, at sixty, is finally mine, and mine to share unconditionally with someone with whom I truly love and respect.
Actually, that all seems neat to me, to be very allied but with clear cut space to self.
blatham cheering for ms d and mr d
Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It's easy.
Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.
Chorus:
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
Chorus
Nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
Chorus
All you need is love (Paul: All together, now!)
All you need is love. (Everybody!)
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need (love is all you need).
Yee-hai!
Oh yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
Cheers from Eva, too!
Make the most of it, you two.
A personal anecdote: During the high hormones decades, I nearly got married a couple of times. In one case, my partner was a guy well-known in general but also well-known for previous liaisons so I was wary and was old enough to be cautious. As things got more and more intense, the What Next? question kind of hung about us. So we talked about the M word. One thing he said was so terrific I've never forgotten it. We were sitting together on the sofa and he said something like, "This is the way it's supposed to be." I thought he meant "close" but he said, "Here we are, perfectly happy, together but looking outward, in the same direction, at the world. The moment two people sit staring at each other, concentrating on each other's every move, that's when it starts to break down."
Quote:As Sean Penn said, in reference to his marriage with Madonna, "I think I made the mistake of confusing a great date with a marriage."
A great one Blatham - and so true. Sex is nice, very very nice but sex does not a union make. There is so much more to a relationship than the befinning.
