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February 22, 2017
It’s not just the lack of companionship following a spouse’s death.
It’s that a large part of living involves being there for someone, to help them, care for them and (if you’re a man) protect them or (if a woman) feed them.(I speak here of a traditional couple, where roles are clearly defined and assumed with willingness and even joy. I have no idea how “modern” couples function, nor do I wish to follow that tangent here.) Once that part of the relationship has ended, what’s left is… not much. In my case, I can cook for myself, clothe myself, defend myself and generally look after myself and my needs. But so what? I’ve always been able to do all that. What a relationship means is that you can do all that, not just for yourself but for someone close to you — and it’s not a duty or obligation; it’s a pleasure to do it, to share it, and to give all that to someone you love. A Reason To Live – Splendid Isolation
Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 22, 2017 7:29 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Haven't heard from this guy in eons (10 years?). Thanks for the hook-up!
Posted by: ghostsniper at February 22, 2017 10:33 AM
"What a relationship means is that you can do all that, not just for yourself but for someone close to you — and it’s not a duty or obligation; it’s a pleasure to do it, to share it, and to give all that to someone you love."
Yep! 60 years with a wonderful woman. Without her there wouldn't be much reason to hang around.
Well, I almost died a month ago, but for some reason I didn't. I'd like to think I'm still needed - for companionship, if nothing else.
Posted by: Jimmy J/ at February 23, 2017 7:39 PM