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My sympathies. My wife of 11 years left me this year (I still don't know why). I think about the same thing... I still (probably) have time to find out what it's like to be married 30 years, but I (probably) no longer have the time to experience a 60-year marriage. And that was, honestly, the only serious goal I had for my life, so that sucks. But, you know, once upon a time a girlfriend of 7 years left me, and I was sad that I'd have to start again. But my mom told me, and she was right, that when the next go-round happened, it's not really like starting again in many ways. Much of the maturation that happens in a relationship is actually carried within to the next relationship. So, although I still envy those who get to stay married, and those who are still married and so might yet stay married, maybe I don't need to believe that my dream is completely dead. If it's not too pretentious, maybe I can hope that I can make kintsugi of myself. I started this message hoping to commiserate and perhaps encourage, but actually I guess I'm just wallowing. Dealing with grief is still tough, what a surprise. |
My point is that I'll never develop the depth of stories that I had with my ex-wife. Fortunately she and I are still friends (strange after trying to destroy each other for several years), so we get to keep our stories alive.