So I'm now a 30-something-years-and-3 days-old woman. And still a spring chicken. And I've made the new decision that I would like a life partner...someone to grow old with. Years ago, 5 to be exact, my grandmother told me that everyone needs a person to share life with, to make the burdens of life lighter, and to talk to always. This was after I told her that I was self-sufficient and not desperately in need of a husband, after she had asked me the usual question about when she would be meeting the nice, young man who would share my life. I laughed it off at the time, and laughed about it again later, with my friends. She did promise, though, that she would go look for a nice man in her neighbourhood for me. I shudder to imagine what her idea of a nice man for me is...probably a man who can put food on the table. I no longer think her philosophy cute, I've changed my tune and I am looking for a life partner. I know not where...
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