Yes, that's right. Me, finally Married for the first time at the tender age of 51. Sounds strange, huh? Especially in this day and age when the divorce rate in America is over 50%!
It's not that I'm any stranger to long term relationships, but it always wound up that either they, myself, or both of us ultimately fought like cats and dogs once the luster dulled. I like a strong woman, but the problem is that I'm a strong man...okay, stubborn.
My wife is a good woman. Even-tempered, supportive, passionate, intelligent, and she's even a great cook! Plus there's real chemistry between us. So, in a nutshell, it all boiled down to simple arithmetic: what were the odds of finding a woman with all those qualities who would actually fall in love with me? Oh...maybe 1 in I don't know how many thousands. With those odds, fear of legal binding commitment was outweighed by the sheer luck (or destiny?) of having that woman share my life for the rest of my life - and beyond.