RELATIONSHIPS
How Not to Lose a Guy in Four Decades
Appreciate the best of times; chalk up the rest to being comfortable
I can’t imagine it’s really been that long. Let’s see if I can do the math.
Met him in the fall of 1976. Married him in the spring of 1979. Forty-two years of so-called marital “bliss.” Forty-five — that’s four-and-a-half decades — together.
If I wanted to be cliché, I’d say we had the best of times; we had the worst of times. Or we suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. But Charles Dickens and Hamlet’s well-worn soliloquy aside, we’ve had a time. And a life. Together.
I reckon I realized we were in it for the long haul when the Covid Times shut down the world as we knew it.
Well, it’s not like we’d ever been players, but an occasional night out with friends — a great dinner and an even better bottle of wine — was a part of our routine. So when we found out in March 2020 we’d be spending a lot more time at home — and together — we learned to roll with our new reality. The wine could wait. But our relationship wouldn’t because we subconsciously willed ourselves to stay together.
