Another couple we know is getting a divorce—this, after nearly twenty-five years of marriage. I understand it, yet it’s still a sad place to be, for them and all that know them. J and I married late in life, at forty-two, both for the first time. I did my screwing around before then, lucky to meet J at a time when commitment was not quite a dirty word anymore. And J, well, his mid-life crisis I suppose, was me.
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Well, I am 42 and reading this article, cheers
me up.
First, because it is quite acceptable to marry
at 42 and second, because it is possible.
There are people who say that life is over when
you turn 40, but it seems to me that they are
wrong.
I may not marry, but there is nothing wrong in
living with someone, even if that happens when
you are 42 and for the first time in your life.
There is time for everything, isn’t there??
Thank you!!!
Marta