Note: I used some of these photos on www.menupause.info, but they are too good not to use again! I have a quote sent to me on a greeting card that seems appropriate here if you think winter has its own beauty, as I do:
“What is beautiful is a joy for all seasons”….Oscar Wilde
Almost 10 years after my divorce, I met a wonderful man from Tennessee. I had dated enough men in the intervening years and had had enough therapy to know that this man could capture my heart. I was ready to “Love Like I’ve Never Been Hurt,” one of the quotes someone sent me on the Internet that I placed on my ‘frig.
Unfortunately, he was separated but not yet divorced. At first, this did not bother me, because he stayed married only to provide his wife with health insurance and I thought that was rather noble. But as our relationship became more serious and we talked about my relocating to Tennessee, his divorce was held up indefinitely.
At that point I had to make a decision. Actually, the feeling in my gut made the decision for me. I decided I could not relocate hundreds of miles away, look for a new job, and leave family and friends unless he was a free agent. Also, I did not want to be witness to a messy divorce. Mine was enough for one lifetime.
The decision was not an easy one, because I felt so comfortable with him and he with me. Our love had begun to grow and both of us shared similar interests. But I realize now that the love still was not deep enough on either of our parts. He wasn’t willing to push through the divorce no matter the consequences, and I wasn’t willing to alter my life without at least knowing he was free, if not to marry, then at least to be fully committed to our relationship.
I spent several months recuperating from that experience and realized that I could no longer swallow “stupid pills,” ignoring the feelings in my gut, which now rule my heart. My therapist and I spent several sessions on this topic. She noted that I was getting closer to what I wanted, without doing all the compromising. After being sad for this time, I began to realize that if I could find someone as wonderful as this man once, I could find someone else just as wonderful, and slowly began to think about meeting men again.
For me, being single has been a good experience. But I do believe that human beings are meant to be coupled, whether they are male and female, two females, or two males. But I wanted to belong with someone, not to someone. I wanted someone to care for me, not necessarily take care of me, although in times of trouble, I would hope my partner would be there for me and I for him. While actively seeking a partner, I realized that while I would not give up everything I worked for to get this far, I could still be flexible and broadminded in my ideas about finding a mate, but not so broadminded that my brains fall out. (Actually, this is one saying from my ex, which I have borrowed.)
As a woman who came of age in the late 1950s, my cultural orientation could be summed up in a statement I heard many years ago. “To a man, a woman is a woman, but to a woman, a man is her life.” And for 30 years, that was how I lived, until I could not live that way any longer. But I still have that occasional, gnawing feeling in my gut that if I am not with a man, then am I somehow “defective” or “incomplete” What if I never met a man willing to live with a strong-willed over 55 female, flexible yet not a pushover? I think men our age are afraid of us. When I read the singles ads of men over 55, almost everyone was seeking someone much younger.
I don’t really have an answer for these unsettling feelings. Maybe this is also part of growing up, or growing past my old recordings that say, “without a man, woman is nothing.” How ludicrous this sounds now, but if I listen to my old recordings, it doesn’t.
When I first wrote this chapter, I was striving for balance in my personal life, in my friendships, in my work, and in my desire to find a mate. I trusted my Higher Power to help me seek this balance. If a mate didn’t appear, then I prayed I could cope with that in as positive a frame of mind as possible, knowing that what I want to give to the world will make a difference in the lives I touch, whether I am alone or with a partner.
Recreating oneself is an awesome task that I think can be accomplished, so long as we continue to surround ourselves with a loving support system. Love comes in many forms—maternal, filial, emotional, and sexual—and I think I have experienced them all at least once. Maybe that will have to be sufficient. But I feel we must have hope in our heart that love in all its forms will grace our lives.
Note: This chapter was written before I met my second husband. In 2003, after 13 years of being single, I did find a mate. He was a widower and we married in 2004. Marriage is still a challenge, but the “single years” have been the best preparation for me, because I know what I need to make my life work and am not afraid to discuss the subject with my spouse, even if he is. Like the book, Everything I Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, for me, Everything I Needed to Know About Marriage I Learned While Being Single.
However, even if I had not remarried, I realized when I was still single after 12 years, that being single was not the worse fate in life, especially if you surround yourself with loved ones who care about you and who you care about. Being older and single can be daunting, but after 50 you get to make up your own rules for happiness. Don’t be afraid to apply them.
Create a world that works for you. Your honesty, commitment, and integrity to making a good life for yourself will be only the explanation your family and friends need, if they truly care about you and your happiness. We don’t live in a vacuum. Most of do care what others think; we are interdependent human beings. But I truly believe that if you love yourself and “show up” as a loving person to those around you, issues and problems can be worked out. And if they don’t, have the courage to step back, forgive yourself and the other person, and take steps to keep love in your heart. Don’t allow your problems, especially divorce, destroy your loving self.
The lesson of divorce, for me then, is that life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are not just a string of words from the Declaration of Independence. They are goals that we are entitled to strive for without taking away the life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness of others. Divorce may interrupt that process, temporarily, but if you can stay focused on these goals during the dark days of divorce, blue skies with only small clouds await you.
This was supposed to be my final chapter, but now that I am married a second time, I might continue with ideas on dating and remarriage. Just remember, trees covered with snow bloom in the Spring. If your heart is covered with snow now, allow it to thaw so you can blossom in the Spring! And like the giraffe, my “power animal,” don’t be afraid to stick your neck out to get what you need! (The note below is what my brother sent with his pictures from Zambia, because he knows I love giraffes.)

















Peak foliage in State College Oct. 13, 2009
A magnificent example of Fall in State College
Fall to Winter photo taken from the bus on my way home from State College, October 15, 2009.




















