In which I get sort of wistful

A small bit of biographical detail from Linda Fox:

I’ve been married nearly 45 years (this January 12 is that anniversary). I won’t claim that we haven’t had some difficult times – we moved, for example 17 times in the first 15 years. We had 3 kids in 4 years.

We’ve endured the deaths of ALL of our parents, and each of us has lost a brother before their time.

We don’t always agree — for the last 10 years, I’ve voted differently than my husband, supporting candidates that he despised.

We’ve had “discussions” about housework, bills, and laundry.

In short, just like everyone else.

Indeed. My own marriage lasted only nine years, and it was crumbling long before the decree was issued. And she still has one parent left. But like Linda’s, it started on the 12th of January — next anniversary would have been the forty-first. I concluded long ago that some people were just wrong for each other; it was later that I realized that I was wrong for anyone. Coming to grips with that has not been easy.

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