Years Before I Was a Widower, I Realized Why I Was a Single Man Convinced He Would Never Find Love
Nearly 24 years, to be precise. Now that I am again unmarried, I look back upon those days and realize a definitive path.
Introduction
Don’t kid yourselves.
Neither sex nor gender matters in this equation, despite this being a personal piece in part relating to expectations and decision-making as a man. We must all live life to its fullest, and sometimes we must leave our comfort zones to progress to life’s next stage.
I met the woman who would become my wife in my mid-30s. Lorie was in her early-40s. Neither one of us were ever married; each of us had become used to the idea of growing old alone.
On January 14, 2000 — my 36th birthday — I forever left my comfort zone and what proceeded was a near-24-year whirlwind romance.
(For a recap on how we met, in the context of a closely-held query after she passed, click here. Reader’s Digest version: I attended a unique single’s event. For me, doing so was a huge deal for several reasons. Click on the link for the rest.)
