I grew up listening to Paul Harvey News and Comment on the radio. Paul Harvey was a folksy broadcaster born in Tulsa, who cut his broadcasting teeth in Chicago in the late 40s and 50s, before becoming a national icon from the 1960s on.
One of the segments that I always enjoyed was on his Saturday show, when Mr. Harvey would talk about married couples that were celebrating milestone anniversaries, usually 60 years plus. I always wanted to be one of those couples that Paul Harvey talked about, knowing that he would probably not be alive when I would reach 60 years (he died in 2009 at age 90). He would have to have been broadcasting in the year 2043, at age 124 for my name to be read!
Alas, I didn’t make it to 60 years, and I’m a bit resentful about that. When I got married, one of my goals was to stay married to my beautiful bride until one of us took our last breath on this planet (or whatever planet we happened to live on).
Some friends of mine noted on Facebook that they were celebrating 37 years of marriage, and instead of being happy for them, I was upset that I would never make it that long. Another couple celebrated 27 years earlier this year, and I almost found myself saying “well, times up on that one!”. Fortunately, I managed to bite my tongue.
I don’t like having this resentment, and I wish I knew what I needed to do to heal, so I didn’t feel bad when other couples have success. Sure, I know they all have their trials and tribulations in a marriage… who doesn’t? I just am mad because my bride didn’t care enough to try to work out an amicable arrangement so that we could remain as man and wife.
And I guess that is the moral of this story. She didn’t care. I do. And it takes two to Tango.