Candice Bergen | 02/15/2008 7:41 am
Funny. Wise. Deep.
It wasn’t just at 52 that I dreaded dating. It wasn’t even a slight possibility. But, when I started fantasizing about my rheumatologist and asked if he was married, I realized I might have gotten a tad lonely. I thought about the kind of man I’d like to meet.
Kind. Mainly kind. Smart. Engaged. Playful. Funny. Wise. Deep. Curious. Active. Compassionate.
Then I met the man who became my husband. I knew right away. Took his hand the second date without realizing it. Instant trust. Instant attraction. Instant comfort. And a romantic. One of the last.
I love him more nine years later.

























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oh, Lord…….so many of us has done it. gone through it, and think we will never make it. but, remember the saying, "This too will pass" and it does…mine was 23 years, and i was not alive, and didn’t want to live the rest of my life like that…..yet he thought our marriage was perfect…i went on to marry again for 14 years……..nope, not right for me……and then 8 more years, and i left him for my high school sweetheart…..yes, 50 years of not seeing some one and we both divorced to be together…….the worst time of my life. we had both gone indifferent directions, and knew nothing about each other……so, here i am again,,,,yes, we can, and we will make it !!! some way, some how…