I wasn’t expecting much being divorced and in my fifties. I was a daughter, mother, grandmother and business owner. Someone who had so many loyalties and was spread so thin that I could never imagine that I could accomplish anything without splitting myself into a hundred little Debbie’s to serve all my different commitments.
I wasn’t looking for it and I wasn’t expecting it, but here I am enjoying loving and being loved.
I still have trouble figuring out priorities and very often I feel torn, but the overall consequence of having the relationship is well worth my agonizing about logistics or David getting the short end of the stick sometimes.
We laugh together and I thought that that hysterical laughter till your sides ache was strictly reserved for really old friends and people you knew forever. I once thought that David was so nice that he must be boring but I am still surprised at how in just our regular conversations can put me in stitches. And once he sees me, he starts cracking up too.
I found a new best friend and even though we started late in life it was well worth the wait.
We do really fun things together, including traveling to Spain, Italy, Morocco and other exotic places like a walk in Central Park. We are more adventurous as a team than I would certainly ever be by myself.
I am 5 years into it and it is still fresh and wonderful.
So if you’re on your own, don’t lose hope.
Provided by: OurTime.com. This is a short reflection from Debbie K., co-founder of the blog 60isthenew50. OurTime.com is________________