How do you know a relationship is over?
I can’t explain it, but for the past week, my thoughts have centered on love and relationships. Must be a Valentine’s Day hangover.
I can’t explain it, but for the past week, my thoughts have centered on love and relationships. Must be a Valentine’s Day hangover.
A woman’s goal for a happy family life might end up in smoke. I’m a 33-year-old single woman and have had a boyfriend for a year. A year ago I “realized” that being successful in my career, meaning having money, did not make me happy. It felt like I had nothing. I wanted to get married and have a family. I met my boyfriend who is an MD and had just finished his residency.
My husband and I have been married for almost six years now, and I thought everything was going great. We live abroad, which limits our life to working, eating and sleeping. We go to the mall, but we haven’t even gone out of the city.
I have been married almost 30 years. Like in most marriages, my husband and I have weathered a lot of storms. I like to think that this made our bond strong. My problem with my husband started about five years ago after I saw in his cell phone several inappropriate text exchanges. He does not see anything wrong with having these women as his “text buddies,” since infidelity does not apply here.
I have been married for 25 years to a man who is responsible, kind, a homebody and God-fearing. A month ago, I discovered accidentally that his ex-girlfriend in high school and college, who is also married now and live thousands of miles away, sent him a message in Facebook to be his friend. Being a gentleman, my husband accepted her invitation and they became friends. From then on, they kept exchanging messages. I was able to read them without my husband’s knowledge. The messages contain just updates on their lives the past 30 years—no hanky-panky except phrases from the girl like “take care of yourself,” “be safe when you travel.”
The pines of Baguio are like family. They have been steady through the seasons and through the ups and downs of life.
A couple of weeks ago, when I wrote about happy marriages, one story was left out. Not by design. Today, please indulge me. This one is close to my heart.
The other night at a fundraiser, a friend approached me and asked, “Why don’t you write about people who stay married; those who love being married?”
I am a resident surgeon in the US, married to another surgeon, and we have two kids. We were college sweethearts, but agreed on a two-year trial separation in med school.
Before my daughter, Ina, got married in 2002, I wanted to write her a letter on love and marriage, in a kind of mother-daughter talk. I thought of doing so when she was a little girl, in case I would no longer be around when she marries. I was glad I could do so at the appropriate time, and not when I was too young to be wise, too involved to see the big picture, and too passionate to be objective.
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