Today, my parents celebrate their 38th wedding Anniversary. Even if I met a man tomorrow and married him the next day, I probably couldn’t make it to almost 40 years of marriage simply because I would probably die first. Not many now a days can claim that many years married to the same person.
The length of their marriage, I believe, is the reason why I never had a successful marriage and my sister will never be married. It’s kind of like a curse. My parents are soul mates only in the fact that my father allowed my mother to rule the roost, so to speak, but on all levels. He made no decisions without her and did nothing without her. He allowed her to run all with very little input from himself and putting up with her antics and believe me, she threw out some whopping doozy of adult tantrums from what I remember, even though she denies them all to this day and apparently, I was living a different childhood with different parents than from what I remember, so I’m the crazy one.
I’m really not putting down that they have been married for 38 years because I really do believe that one can not live without the other, even though one (my mother) wouldn’t admit to it but probably will if she is the spouse left standing, should my father die first. But more important to my “curse” theory is that I believe that a man like my Dad is the only type of man who would be able to deal with a woman like my mother and even women like myself and my sister. We are VERY tough cookies to crack, if we ever get cracked and we tend to be over dramatic and have non-diagnosed Biplor as well, no joke. I think I’m a little more pliable and controlling of my rants than my sister and mother as I have more of an emotional side than they do, hence, I tend to be a more tender person.
So, I firmly believe there is no man on the planet suited for our types of personality. I stand by that assumption because my sister and I are both alone and tolerant of very little. My sister is worse than me. I’m just exhausted of dealing with men who are out right assholes, which is pretty much all of them.
So Happy Anniversary to my parents and thanks to you both for making sure that my sister and I never have a long lasting marriage or marriages at all because you have had such a “successfully” long one.