What’s love got to do with it?
So, let’s do a brief recap by decade, and maybe we’ll explore a little deeper as we get to know each other better, hmm?
As reported by the assorted tabloid news…
FORCED INTO MATURITY AT TEN YEARS OLD… PRIMARY PARENT FOR BABY BROTHER
MARRIED WITH TWO CHILDREN BY AGE TWENTY ONE ??!! YES, IT’S TRUE!
ENTREPRENEUR AT THIRTY… CAN SHE HANDLE IT? IT’S THE TRUTH…
EMPTY NESTER AT FORTY! SHE SEEMS TO BE ENJOYING IT! (gasp)
WOMAN FINALLY FINDS HERSELF AT FIFTY! WAS SHE LOST? perhaps…
Ok, since I rarely do things in a conventional way, we’ll start at 50.
By the age of 50, after much soul searching, I finally admitted a lot of truths to myself. I stopped denying I was an artist. Actually began saying to anyone who asked, ‘So, what do you do?’ (Which, by the way, is the stupidest question to ask anyone and I would bet there’s not a wife or mother out there that hasn’t been asked that very question.) And my response would be, ‘I’m an artist.’ to which their responses vary…
‘Really? What do you do?’ or ’That’s great, what kind of art?’ or one of my favorites, ’That’s nice. I think everyone should have a hobby!’
Another truth was that my marriage of over 30 years was falling apart. That’s a tough one. Having lived through 5 out of the 6 divorces of my mother’s, I was determined that my marriage was for LIFE! And I’m not even Catholic! But, let’s face it, two people living together that long will at some point choose different paths in their journey, if only to find themselves. And having been married at 18 and 20 years old, we had grown up together and were experiencing some opposing views on life. Basically we both had days that we just wanted to find the other one gone. And then that almost happened! Cancer saved my marriage!
As I was days away from moving out my husband was diagnosed with a 10cm. mass of lymphoma in his abdomen. Ok. Now what? Well, the Reader’s Digest version is this:
After 40+ days in the hospital, 22 of them in a coma, he survived and came home. Obviously I hadn’t left. Through the ensuing chemo and other treatment issues, we both realized that the immature 18 and 20 year olds actually did know what they were doing. They still loved each other.
Now, his version might be different, but here is my take… After almost dying he realized what he always knew… I was right!