I Got Married at 57
I’m kind of shocked at how much I love being a husband
I adore my wife. Ana is a passionate, opinionated, smart-as-hell, emotionally intelligent, self-assured, Cuban-Jewish Enneagram Eight. She’s a flirty, mouthy boat rocker and bullshit detector.
Our relationship is fulfilling, intimate, and supportive. We have a mutually gratifying sex life. We talk about everything under the sun and always manage to work disagreements through to resolution. We thoroughly enjoy each other’s company. I laugh more with her in a day than I used to in a month. We dance in the grocery store when a song we like comes on.
We are each other’s best friends, biggest advocates, and co-conspirators in life. I’ve never felt met the way I do with her, and she feels the same. Five years in, we’re more convinced than ever that there’s no one else on the planet that either of us could be with.
So it would be easy to say it took me this long to find the right person.
But the truth is, it took me this long to be the right person.
In my teens and 20s, I was too shy and emotionally underdeveloped to be a good partner to anyone. I wasn’t tall, athletic, good-looking, rich, outgoing, charming or confident, and I considered these instant deal breakers. I struggled with low self-esteem…
