A Curried Life

I was at evening mass last week and this was part of the homily that the priest read to the congregation. It was a very touching story on marriage that I’ve heard… When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, “I’ve got something to tell you.” She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense o...

Photo of Old Couple Kissing from Time Magazine Marriage is like a public toilet. Those waiting outside are desperate to get in and those inside are desperate to get out. ~ found on the cover of a senior’s bulletin. The other day, some girlfriends were having a little natter over an extended lunch that rolled to tea. Three marrieds, 1 divorced and 2 singles. A nice group to exchange jibes and lament our mutual predicament of menopause, men, children and lost loves. The marrieds (we’re talking high school and college sweethearts hitching up, here) have been married way too long. They’re beginning to look like each other. A pair actually looked like cousins or siblings. Flamboyant Sam is suddenly a grandmother at 40. She sighed nonchalantly, lifted her eyes and waved her hands in the air. “When my son started seeing this girl, my husband and I were so worried. Gary’s was 17 then and she’s 15. I took a look at her and the alarm bells went off. Healthy, frisky and ovulat...