When I married my wife in 1974 I was 18 years old. I was a brand new convert. We never dated or went out. I never dated anyone in my life before I got married. We were married for 40 years before my wife died in 2014.
Since I moved here I have tried twice to get to know women at church. They both were single; one was divorced, one was widowed. They were both on the young side for me, but not too young. I got to know them. Recently I realized that both of these relationships ended the same way. The women both became bossy; telling me what to do and how to do it. They both began to criticize me for things that I said or did. So that ended that.
For me to fall in love a woman has to like me, and want to be my partner in life. She has to be supportive and kind. She has to have a brain and use it. And she has to be my age.
The best years of my marriage were the last years. Kathy stopped criticizing me and started accepting me as I am. I felt it when she changed. I am not going to lower my standards for a pretty face.
I am fine living alone. I have been living alone for over 11 years. It gets better with time.
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