Alone in my Bed

I have been married 3 times. I will be 57 at the end of this year. I got married for the first time at 23. That's 57 minus 23 equals 34 divided by 3 equals 11.3333 yrs. The first one lasted 2 years, I'm giving myself extra credit for this, it was pure naiveté. Throw in the fact that those 34 years were not all spent married, albeit spent living with the future spouse. I will, with confidence claim to have 2 solid marriages lasting 16 years each. Which is not bad. One cannot say I did not try.

I am alone in my bed, again.

Dinner with a Friend

Last night I had dinner with a girlfriend, a new girlfriend. We talked about men, family, high school, hair, men, movie stars, likes, dislikes, fashion, men, feelings, our pets, books, music, and Men.

We are our Fathers daughters.

Some of us grew up with Fathers who were there, supportive, loving and generous with their time. Many grew up with fathers who were absent, lost within their own shortcomings, trying to reclaim their lost youth or simply exhausted each night trying to make ends meet. Whomever we have become, due to our childhoods, however we think we feel now. However independent we are, as much as we love our freedom. We are all products of our childhoods, needing what we have always needed, forever searching.

Last night I had dinner with a girlfriend, a new girlfriend. We talked about men.