We made a joke about it at work many years ago - if you get a life sentence you get remission for good conduct but there's no let-off from marriage.
At the time I thought it was funny (not very just mildly comical) Now with 50 years looming on the horizon there's no joke about it.
OK, so we have a niceish house and a lovely view, but I can't go for a little stroll to the shops to fetch the paper without a perilous hike along a single track road with lots of traffic, so that every few yards I have to take to the ditch. I do have an allover Scotland bus pass - anywhere at all for free, but I have to take the car 7 miles to catch the nearest bus.
Sometimes I wake in the morning and can't think what on earth I want to get up for. Husband is not sociable and can sit and watch TV or read the paper -occasionally a book. If I don't take the car to visit there are days when there's just him and me.
It was bearable with a day or two a week at work - not for the money, for the crack.
It's a luxury to moan at length when nobody I know reads it. Just be warned - don't spend the last few years of your life in solitary confinement. If you've got friends and interests in a town, don't allow yourself to settle for the truly rural.
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Have only recently returned to blogging after quite a long absence. Found your request to become your friend-gladly accepted.Decided while I was online to check out recent Blogs from you,Pootai and all the others I'd taken an interest in. Your last Blog really struck a chord with me. Married 40 years - both husband and I took early retirement - for different reasons. I was offered redundancy/retirement, which after 30+ years seemed like a dream come true- Husband followed shortly after with heart problems. I regularly wake up thinking - there must be more to life than this!!! Don't know what's preferable a husband like yours - unsociable - or one like mine . NEVER STOPS TALKING - drives me mad. I enjoy reading - he doesn't- so if I try and read a book he just carries on a constant stream of conversation (totally repetetive- moaning and groaning about all and sundry) until I give up and forfeit the book. My nickname for him is Mr Grumpy - but he doesn't take the hint. Well , Alfies Mum, there must be thousands out there like you and I - may just do a blog around that subject . Take care
SandyA