Coming of age in the “me” generation, marriage was something that was put on hold until a career was firmly established. I was taught to judge a man by the contents of his resume, current available resources and future earnings potential. I resisted the urge to see marriage as a merger and married for love, believing that true love never dies. And I was right, love never dies, it leaves you on life-support.
This blog was born after many years and margaritas with the girls commiserating over the unsolved mysteries of marriage, mistresses, misery and its end game, divorce. Laughing at ourselves lifted our spirits and gave us relief from the pity-poor-me mind set.
I live in Los Angeles. With a population of three million plus, I’m single, too tired to mingle and am hopeful that I will meet someone before I get shingles.