I want to experience as much as life has to offer, including a long-term marriage

 

I’m going to be 39 this year. Round that up, and I’m basically 40. Which is middle-aged.

I’m not going to pretend like I’m reveling in that, or even that I don’t care. I’m none too thrilled about getting older, the least of which is that my crepeing under-eyes, sagging chin and increasingly profound laugh lines make selfie-taking a humbling chore. I can already see how it will be harder to be professionally relevant, and according to some older friends, very bad things happen to your genitals as the years press on.

But one that that comes with age, is that relationships are older. And those relationships, they are so, so dear. Yesterday I was feeling blue, alone in a foreign country. I pinged my friend Kirsten, who I’ve known for 15 years. She’s going through some real-life rough times (not like my first-world, boo-hoo I’m lonesome in my fabulous Copenhagen apartment “rough times”) and I asked, again, if she could nab a plane ticket to join me for a few days.

“I can’t this time, but wanna Skype?” she immediately replied.

“Yep! Now? Want to join me in some wine?

“It’s 11:30 a.m. and I have a few conference calls ahead of me, but don’t let that stop you,” she texted.

“Oh yeah — not everyone’s time zone revolves around my own, perpetual 5 o’clock somewhere.”

We jumped on video chat and caught up (while I uncorked my bottle). We noted that not only are we both really into our careers, share politics, and have similar mommy issues, our periods are in synch! It didn’t really matter what we talked about — we love each other, talk in short-hand thanks to so many years of friendship, and can be totally candid with one another in a way that is just not the same with newer friends. Time has created an intimacy that is otherwise impossible.

Apply this to romance.

For all my dating antics, and appreciation for short-term affairs and sometimes-lovers, those romantic relationships simply are not long-term marriages. I was with my husband eight years, married four, before we split up. That is a short marriage. Every once in a while I come across an email or little note that we left one another, and they seem as if they were written by other people — people who were lovers, rather than two people who lived through a whole lot together and knew each other in ways that cannot be articulated in words. Because we were. Ours was not a long-term marriage. Today, in the rare occurrence that we chat casually, the familiarity is deeper and more presumed — even if we are no longer romantically involved, we are bound by time. I have known him nearly 15 years, and there is a connection that is like those very old friends or the family that we are. That is precious.

In my future, I can imagine a life that is full of different lovers — some for an evening, others for a few years. That is a comfortable pattern for me, but it is limiting. In the rest of my life I seek out intense experiences that challenge myself. Adventures in travel and exercise, books and movies that challenge my intellect. But emotional adventures are perhaps the greatest of them all. Motherhood, possibly the most gripping, mind- and heart-expanding experience yet in my middle-aged life. I want to experience allI can in this world, and there is something in a long-term marriage that cannot be replicated in other experiences. Those years and decades of love and passion and tedium and tragedy and healing and adoration and resentment and resolve and acceptance and love and love that a good marriage has. That is an experience that I don’t know. Not yet.

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4 thoughts on “I want to experience as much as life has to offer, including a long-term marriage

  1. I hear you… A couple days ago I was reading the letter a writer’s adult son wrote him. Sooo beautiful. Turns out said writer is 85… and has been married to his current wife for 10 years, and in his son’s words, she is “the love of his life”. (In this section, the son talks about learning love is not age-limited through his father’s example).

    I’m 41 going on 42, had come to resent selfies and my skin. I’m using pure virgin coconut oil these days for skin care, and my skin has gone back to looking thirty-something-ish.

    Anyway, point being… I see myself as a late bloomer in many senses, and hold on to the vision of getting it right the third time around, and enjoying that long-term intimacy ” when I am old”, whatever that means!

    And if we can see it in our minds, we can “make it manifest” in our lives, right?!

    Hope to see you on the other side!!! ;)

    Lety.

    1. Thanks for chiming in, including the coconut oil which I have also been using for the past year and LOVE!!!!

      Life is long and full of seasons. We’re all more or less where we need to be.

  2. Thanks for articulating this. It was in the back of my mind, but I hadn’t been able to formulate the thought. My first marriage was 10 years (although we separated after 9). I would add that I’d like a long-term marriage OF VALUE. I’d like it to be a dynamic, loving, fun- and challenge-filled relationship that grows along with my partner’s and my individual growth. These past few years, I’ve been learning a lot from dating. Hopefully all of the dating experiences will help me (and you and all of us readers) to move towards the goal of a long-term marriage.

    And I’m definitely going to check out coconut oil, which I’m already cooking with.

    Cheers,

    Eve

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