It’s January 26th 2006, 11:36 a.m. Yesterday I helped a young lady who was looking to resell her
engagement ring. I asked her if this was a joyful or sad occasion. (I never know exactly how to
handle separations. Sometimes it’s good; sometimes it’s bad). In her case she shared with me that
she had actually now found the love of her life after her first husband (who had been the love of
her life) announced to her just a few months ago that he didn’t want to be around her anymore.
I commented that it must have been hard to hear that and she agreed, but now that the ‘Real’ man
of her life has shown up she can really be happy.
While I know the statistics of successful marriages, I can’t help but wonder how many of them are
really happy. I know some are arranged; some are childhood sweethearts; and some meet & fall in
love on the net. Love, it seems to me is a confusing concept. It appears when you least expect
it and sometimes when you don’t. It appears to be a decision and an accident all at the same time.
If life equals change, which I believe it does, then love must equal change too. And if it does,
how can you know which love is the one true love? Are soul mates a Hollywood concept or a reality
that seems to defy logic? If there are soul mates, how many do we get?
I’ve been married for 17 years. I’m not bragging or confessing. My wife has told me that at times
she’s wanted to strangle me and our favorite movie was once ‘War of the Roses’. My wife knows
how to push all my buttons (And I hers) and seems to do so on a daily basis. Yet, I love her, maybe
because she puts up with me; maybe because she says I’m handsome or just maybe because she finds
goodness in me. I don’t know. I love her, because in my eyes she’s perfect. I know it sounds crazy
but my heart aches when I’m not around her and even more when I am. I’m not trying to be mushy.
Me saying my wife is perfect and us being a perfect couple aren’t the same thing. We just fit.
I don’t know if there are soul mates and if there are how many we get, but if there are such things,
then Teace is my soul. She is my mate.
Talk to you next time,