Take a lesson from Zsa Zsa…

I have been married before…a few times.  I am certainly not a Zsa Zsa Gabor (married 9 times), but I am likewise no poster child for marriages that you keep longer than a good car.  Not that I am not a fan of marriage.  I believe in the whole institution – clearly, as I have done it a few times.  I have just not been successful at marriage.

I always marvel at, and applaud, those who have marriages that last 20 plus years.  As for those couples who are married for 40 or 50 years, I want to petition for sainthood for them.  Marriage is not easy and it takes (in my mind) a tremendous amount of love, commitment, and patience to get to these milestones measured by decades.

I say all the above to give you a context for the cartoon I share with you today.  It makes me laugh, not because I don’t value marriage, but because I can identify with the repeated failure in it.

To me the above cartoon is reminiscent of the notion that hope springs eternal.  Perhaps not for me – my marriage dance card may be full – but for those who think that divorce carries with it a life sentence of single-dom.  Take a lesson from Zsa Zsa – a mini-lesson if you will; if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, again.  Okay…maybe just try again…otherwise, you may be married a few times. ;-)

Day one thousand and sixty-four of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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One Response to Take a lesson from Zsa Zsa…

  1. Candace Bettendorf says:

    Sainthood? Probably not, although we’ve been married 45 1/2 years. They have rarely been smooth years, but I’m glad we kept slogging forward. THESE are the good years. I think there was as much German stubbornness as anything else. No real advise–only the note that it IS possible. I was 17, he was 18, and we had nothing to start with. Except love and perserverance. And even those were often shaky. Keep building–you’ll end up with something worthwhile.

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