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I can't say these are things I really contemplate (or contemplate much). But without a doubt I would find someone else, and probably as quickly as I am emotionally able - because I don't like living alone at all. Not one bit!My husband's out of town and i have paperwork to do - and in this paper work are rather depressing inquiries into his health. Oh why do I do this to myself? . . . I always ask myself that when I start dwelling on this inevitable future.
What will I do when he dies? Other than become a wino, write the world's longest and most dull tome, and then live the life of a recluse? Without him, I'll become one of those old, strange women that has too many cats, wears sweaters all year long, has too many kids that never come home to visit, I might even let my home go and live in a hoarder house perhaps but at least my toilet will be functional. And then when I get old? I don't even see myself leaving my own house let alone remarrying.
Am I the only one who sits and thinks of the possibility - KNOWING it's a strong possibility, an inevitable fact - and fearing what it means?
I'd like to imagine I'm a stronger person than that - one who doesn't need a guy in my life to be a whole individual. But I know I'm not. I'm reliant on him to function as a complete person. Take him away and I'm like a poorly written character in one of my sappy smut stories.
Well, as much as you'd love writing, you'd probably also develop the urge for a muse!
It's the people around us that inspire us to write, right?
It was that way with for me with music. Definitely!
Well - if you're introverted then my opinion and experience might be pretty worthless, as I'm pretty highly extroverted.Hmm - I had to think about that for a bit.
I daresay that I don't have people as a muse. I'm an introvert . . . and the only way I met my husband was through me having to work outside the house to make ends meet. Without being forced outside the house, I'd have no reason to leave it.
I think the only thing that might compel me otherwise is the fear of dying alone with no one the wiser to find my body before years go by.
My husband's out of town and i have paperwork to do - and in this paper work are rather depressing inquiries into his health. Oh why do I do this to myself? . . . I always ask myself that when I start dwelling on this inevitable future.
What will I do when he dies? Other than become a wino, write the world's longest and most dull tome, and then live the life of a recluse? Without him, I'll become one of those old, strange women that has too many cats, wears sweaters all year long, has too many kids that never come home to visit, I might even let my home go and live in a hoarder house perhaps but at least my toilet will be functional. And then when I get old? I don't even see myself leaving my own house let alone remarrying.
Am I the only one who sits and thinks of the possibility - KNOWING it's a strong possibility, an inevitable fact - and fearing what it means?
I'd like to imagine I'm a stronger person than that - one who doesn't need a guy in my life to be a whole individual. But I know I'm not. I'm reliant on him to function as a complete person. Take him away and I'm like a poorly written character in one of my sappy smut stories.
My husband's out of town and i have paperwork to do - and in this paper work are rather depressing inquiries into his health. Oh why do I do this to myself? . . . I always ask myself that when I start dwelling on this inevitable future.
What will I do when he dies? Other than become a wino, write the world's longest and most dull tome, and then live the life of a recluse? Without him, I'll become one of those old, strange women that has too many cats, wears sweaters all year long, has too many kids that never come home to visit, I might even let my home go and live in a hoarder house perhaps but at least my toilet will be functional. And then when I get old? I don't even see myself leaving my own house let alone remarrying.
Am I the only one who sits and thinks of the possibility - KNOWING it's a strong possibility, an inevitable fact - and fearing what it means?
I'd like to imagine I'm a stronger person than that - one who doesn't need a guy in my life to be a whole individual. But I know I'm not. I'm reliant on him to function as a complete person. Take him away and I'm like a poorly written character in one of my sappy smut stories.
My husband's out of town and i have paperwork to do - and in this paper work are rather depressing inquiries into his health. Oh why do I do this to myself? . . . I always ask myself that when I start dwelling on this inevitable future.
What will I do when he dies? Other than become a wino, write the world's longest and most dull tome, and then live the life of a recluse? Without him, I'll become one of those old, strange women that has too many cats, wears sweaters all year long, has too many kids that never come home to visit, I might even let my home go and live in a hoarder house perhaps but at least my toilet will be functional. And then when I get old? I don't even see myself leaving my own house let alone remarrying.
Am I the only one who sits and thinks of the possibility - KNOWING it's a strong possibility, an inevitable fact - and fearing what it means?
I'd like to imagine I'm a stronger person than that - one who doesn't need a guy in my life to be a whole individual. But I know I'm not. I'm reliant on him to function as a complete person. Take him away and I'm like a poorly written character in one of my sappy smut stories.
My husband's out of town and i have paperwork to do - and in this paper work are rather depressing inquiries into his health. Oh why do I do this to myself? . . . I always ask myself that when I start dwelling on this inevitable future.
What will I do when he dies? Other than become a wino, write the world's longest and most dull tome, and then live the life of a recluse? Without him, I'll become one of those old, strange women that has too many cats, wears sweaters all year long, has too many kids that never come home to visit, I might even let my home go and live in a hoarder house perhaps but at least my toilet will be functional. And then when I get old? I don't even see myself leaving my own house let alone remarrying.
Am I the only one who sits and thinks of the possibility - KNOWING it's a strong possibility, an inevitable fact - and fearing what it means?
I'd like to imagine I'm a stronger person than that - one who doesn't need a guy in my life to be a whole individual. But I know I'm not. I'm reliant on him to function as a complete person. Take him away and I'm like a poorly written character in one of my sappy smut stories.
Hmm - I don't think I'm capable of guilt-free moving on.
because i know what would happen: I'd be able to fully devote myself to my writing. I'd drown in endless writing nights that have no end or beginning. And I'd make a ****ing fortune doing it, too, because the only limits i have now are the many ways in which my husband's ailments force me to balance and divide my time wisely. Kids of course, but I think more and more lately his issues are taking top priority. Kids grow and become more independent, my husband is not.
So . . . I'd have all sorts of money from my writing and nothing to do with it.
I'd go nuts - possibly Mrs. Winchester level of nuts.
My husband's out of town and i have paperwork to do - and in this paper work are rather depressing inquiries into his health. Oh why do I do this to myself? . . . I always ask myself that when I start dwelling on this inevitable future.
What will I do when he dies? Other than become a wino, write the world's longest and most dull tome, and then live the life of a recluse? Without him, I'll become one of those old, strange women that has too many cats, wears sweaters all year long, has too many kids that never come home to visit, I might even let my home go and live in a hoarder house perhaps but at least my toilet will be functional. And then when I get old? I don't even see myself leaving my own house let alone remarrying.
Am I the only one who sits and thinks of the possibility - KNOWING it's a strong possibility, an inevitable fact - and fearing what it means?
I'd like to imagine I'm a stronger person than that - one who doesn't need a guy in my life to be a whole individual. But I know I'm not. I'm reliant on him to function as a complete person. Take him away and I'm like a poorly written character in one of my sappy smut stories.
It's amazing how many at that age hook up with someone just for the companionship.My answer to the thread title question is highly contingent upon what age I am should something as catastrophic as that happen.
Also - I doubt I'd remarry as having any more kids is absolutely out of the equation for me.
If I lost my spouse within the next 5 years or so, I could foresee entering into another relationship with someone at some point.
If I was 85 years old when it happened, meh, hard to say...
Yet go to dating websites and that is one of the most common proclamations from women... kids come first.I probably shouldn't even respond, since I've been divorced for 18 years.
But, what they heck...
I stayed single in large part because I never dated a woman who seemed to really understand that my child was not an accessory, he was my first priority BEFORE her, and who was willing and able to treat him as if he were her own.
Ok, that's a high standard I guess, but I didn't find it and so I didn't remarry.
Son#1 is more or less a grown man now, but I've been solo so long I feel little inclination to remarry. I'm not inclined to make major changes in my lifestyle to suit someone else, or put up with the compromises essential to marriage. I do things my way... others in my life are welcome to help, follow or get the heck out of the way.
Not to mention I've currently got a house full anyway... Niece #2 and her two school age boys have been living with me and S#1 for about two years now, and I'm doubting that is going to change any sooner than another two years.
Theoretical Potential Wife might have a place of her own I suppose... whether I'd want to move there is another question...
I'm all in favor of and an enthusiastic advocate of marriage... just not sure I want to participate any more. First round didn't go so well.
It's amazing how many at that age hook up with someone just for the companionship.
Yet go to dating websites and that is one of the most common proclamations from women... kids come first.
Only their kids, I'm sure. :2razz:
That's my impression, too. Women seem to get hung up on the other kids more than men do. Men, if they do not care for the other kids, are more prone to simply ignore them.I've actually heard this talked about, not just among men but also women, that while it seems most men take having a new wife that comes with kids from previous marriage (hereafter called wife+ or hubby+ for brevity) in stride and are typically very accepting of the children, many women seem to have issues with hubby+kids. The kids as a "reminder of that OTHER woman" seem to be a problem in some cases.
I'm sure it goes both ways at times, but what I've heard seems to suggest it is more of a female problem. :shrug:
I find this interesting.I probably shouldn't even respond, since I've been divorced for 18 years.
But, what they heck...
I stayed single in large part because I never dated a woman who seemed to really understand that my child was not an accessory, he was my first priority BEFORE her, and who was willing and able to treat him as if he were her own.
Ok, that's a high standard I guess, but I didn't find it and so I didn't remarry.
Son#1 is more or less a grown man now, but I've been solo so long I feel little inclination to remarry. I'm not inclined to make major changes in my lifestyle to suit someone else, or put up with the compromises essential to marriage. I do things my way... others in my life are welcome to help, follow or get the heck out of the way.
Not to mention I've currently got a house full anyway... Niece #2 and her two school age boys have been living with me and S#1 for about two years now, and I'm doubting that is going to change any sooner than another two years.
Theoretical Potential Wife might have a place of her own I suppose... whether I'd want to move there is another question...
I'm all in favor of and an enthusiastic advocate of marriage... just not sure I want to participate any more. First round didn't go so well.
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