Monthly Archives: November 2021

Man and woman.

I am not an “expert” on this subject. Given my past life circumstances, you might say with some conviction that I am the quintessential novice in such matters. So forgive me if I overstep the boundaries of common sense.

As I see it, there are four distinct types of man/woman relationships.

Type A: love, close association, and broken heart. These are generally relationships where man and woman meet, experience explosive sex and emotional support before diverse personality traits smothers the  fires of desire, and leaves only the ashes  of a broken heart by either or both of them. They walk away from each other, only to have “what if” occasionally flicker in the hidden recesses of the brain where we store things that cannot be forgotten.

Type B: love, marriage and partnership. A love that survives decades during periods of child rearing, career/work pursuits, and coping with the never-ending challenges of life. Somewhere, somehow along the way—amidst disagreements, inattention, neglect, and/or the monotony of living routines—the love subsides, sometimes even dies. The couple decides nonetheless to remain together not in marriage but in partnership for the children, to protect mutual financial interests, or because of the need for human companionship that is too great to walk away from.

Type C: love, marriage, and divorce. People sometimes marry, too often against their better judgments. Marriage becomes a slow dissolving sink hole in which the couple falls. Muddy, bruised and ugly, they generally blame the other for the sink hole. Their love, marriage, and most of the relationships entangled in their family and social orbit end in human bankruptcy. They walk away from the other, mostly in a mean-spirited way because of their joint failures, and neither is ever quite able to recoup their emotional (and financial) losses caused by the divorce.

Type D: love, marriage, and togetherness. People meet, often under the most unlikely circumstances, and they know, with every instinct born of all sorts of life experiences, that they have met the eternal love of their lives. They join together in an uncertain journey—one that will know spontaneous laughter, unbridled joy, happiness and contentment that will allow them to not only endure but overcome the inevitable disappointments, defeats, sorrow, and unrealized expectations life will bring. They join together, they live together, they grow old together, and they die together.

Life has blessed me with a Type D relationship.

Sometimes at night I can see and feel Jodie’s breathing after returning from a midnight jaunt to the bathroom. I ease back in bed, quietly lying for a few moments knowing to the core of my soul that if she passes before me, she will be waiting at the stream’s edge for me to cross where we can sit under an aged oak tree, holding hands while staring back at the known, all the while knowing that the courage of our love will see us through the unknown that awaits on the eternal side of the stream

I hear her laughter in another room as she enjoys another animal video, and I see her through amazed eyes as she looks out across the beautiful range of hills whispering “I’m home at last,” and I feel her touch on my neck as she reads the things I have written.

For a million different reasons, men and women cannot  live through some relationships but one thing is certain: man and woman cannot survive without them.