Marriage as hope.
It's been a great 12 Days in LA
Rainy, dreary cold LA, but LA nonetheless.
My son got married in a wonderful ceremony. I'm so happy he's found an equal, a wonderful life partner.
I've had the chance these last days to see most all of my ex's, or at least someone close to them...
Looking back, from the kid's dad, to my 2nd attempt, my good friends who I used to crush on but never went beyond friendship, to my 7-year relationship... it's been a strange but good re-visit.
So how did I go so horribly wrong?
That's quite unclear to me. Was it my core trauma? The growing pains of a woman vs male dynamics that was out of whack for our generation? My fear? My lack of faith?
I don't know. I'm stewing on this all right now.
Robert took me to dinner and told me about Ira and Ruth. A man he used to know, who married Ruth in his early 70's and her in her early 60's - and they had 24 wonderful years together. So there's still time... there's still hope. Even after the season of my dad.
I guess the thing is to straighten up myself and be the person who's either OK alone, or the right kind of partner for the right kind of man.
Clink - to 2019.
Rainy, dreary cold LA, but LA nonetheless.
My son got married in a wonderful ceremony. I'm so happy he's found an equal, a wonderful life partner.
I've had the chance these last days to see most all of my ex's, or at least someone close to them...
Looking back, from the kid's dad, to my 2nd attempt, my good friends who I used to crush on but never went beyond friendship, to my 7-year relationship... it's been a strange but good re-visit.
So how did I go so horribly wrong?
That's quite unclear to me. Was it my core trauma? The growing pains of a woman vs male dynamics that was out of whack for our generation? My fear? My lack of faith?
I don't know. I'm stewing on this all right now.
Robert took me to dinner and told me about Ira and Ruth. A man he used to know, who married Ruth in his early 70's and her in her early 60's - and they had 24 wonderful years together. So there's still time... there's still hope. Even after the season of my dad.
I guess the thing is to straighten up myself and be the person who's either OK alone, or the right kind of partner for the right kind of man.
Clink - to 2019.
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