Anyone having gone through a divorce or the end of a serious, lengthy relationship can attest to the fact that it might take years before you believe in love again. A guy asked me once if I thought about remarrying and I told him “…when the moon is in the 7th house and Jupiter aligns with Mars…” Well, I guess that happened for me in December 2010!
Those who are widowed have the same feelings. It is said that those who experienced a good marriage are more open to remarrying. This is particularly true with men. They want that connection again.
Those of you who found the real thing the first time are really lucky.
It is never too late to find love again…or for the first time. One needs to believe that it could happen, and strangely enough it does happen. Tom and I met through EHarmony. Who would have thought that works! He was a widower and I was divorced. We both basically were looking for someone to spend time with- dinner, a movie, social engagements. My big thing was I wanted to have someone to take to weddings!! What a gift it was to fall in love. Granted, I did have my share of frogs before the prince arrived but I also had a couple of good experiences that helped me grow and learn what I really wanted.
On some show about animals I picked up an interesting bit of information. Sea Otters hold paws at night so that they don’t drift apart. I think of that at night as I reach for Tom’s hand as we fall asleep.
Believe in Love…leave yourself open…take a risk. The return on the investment of your time is truly incredible.
PS: again my blog is not about fashion, but it is spot on transitioning!! Besides, July is a period of waiting for fall to hit the stores. Hang on, I will circle the wagons around fashion soon!
Good for you with your second shot at love. What happened with your first marriage?
I am divorced since 2001. Fatal mistake marrying someone I did not truly love. I gave up on a second chance. Then met a lovely Vietnam Vet. I adored him. He was kind and sweet. He died May 7th at the age of 64. He suffered from PTSD and Bipolar disorder and had lung disease. I miss him all the day long. I knew I would never marry him but we spent every day together for at least a little while .
I live with my mother, caring for her needs and ignoring mine. She is 88 and sickly. Can you tell I am a nurse? Retired now for a while but a caretaker for sure.
Thanks for listening and will enjoy your blog Elaine!
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