This blog is intended to help couples out there who have been married for two or three, or more, decades and find themselves all of a sudden thrown together all day, every day….for the rest of their lives!
That sounds more like a "sentence" rather than something my husband and I have worked toward all of our adult lives. We met in 1967 and we never would have gotten together if the
San Diego Zoo wasn’t so darn big. I was a Delta flight attendant and he was a naval aviator. One of the other flight attendants had a date with a friend of his and she called me to be Joe's blind date. My first reaction was to tell her to ask her roommate who was on the same trip. She explained that her roommate had gone to the zoo and she didn’t know when she’d be back. I told her I would go but only if the other girl didn’t get back by 5 pm. She didn’t get back and the rest as they say “is history.”
If you read my profile, you saw that I made a fatal verbal error while on our honeymoon. I said I couldn’t wait to “serve one passenger instead of 100.” Over the next 40 years of marriage that one slip of the tongue came back to bite me a thousand times. The "busy years" consisted of me raising the children, working part-time as a travel agent. Later when life dealt us some hard times, I went back to work full-time. “Serving” wasn’t my top priority; often I was just happy to have made it through another day. A friend advised me against retiring first. She said the ideal situation is to let him retire at least a year earlier so he could become acquainted with things like the dishwasher, the vacuum, and the washing machine. But, since that was not to be, I worried that Joe would expect me to revert to the "let me serve you, dear" mode of our newlywed days. I had to have a plan or I would succumb to servitude forever after.
