On the lousy relationship bead, and in the interest of Jupiter in Sagittarius (different perspectives) here is a man’s voice…
I was on the crosstrainer next to a man I’ve been casually chatting with for several years. I’d decided to ask him about his personal life since I’ve been discussing mine, lately. This is new territory for us and we have no chemistry by the way. Our affinity is purely intellectual.
“So what about you?” I asked. “What is your personal situation?”
See how I am? I’ll just ask you. But fact is, he’s been listening to me recently and it’s only right I offer him the opportunity to talk if he wants to. And he would have had no problem telling me it was none of my business. He’s just got that kind of style.
“Me? I’m separated,” he said.
“Oh.” I was surprised. He struck me as a man who was long time single… like decades. He’s very independent and though he is friendly and cordial to everyone, he just seems very detached to me. Very Aquarian. “Separated huh? So are dating? Do you date?”
“I’ve been separated for awhile,” he said. “But no. No dating. I’ve not dated yet.”
“Oh. Are you hoping for a reconciliation?”
“No!” He laughed. “Oh, Elsa. It’s been so hard. It has be so hard. I was married for 25 years!”
I just stared.
“Yes! 25 years. And I still go over there… I help her out. She calls me when something goes wrong. But it always seems to be… one person is happy and outgoing and the other person is like this,” he turned to me, scowling and I laughed. “Yeah. And I am a patient man,” he said. “I am a very patient man. For 25 years, I’ve been patient.”
“Well you have always seemed that way to me. You are as calm as anyone I’ve ever met, anywhere. You’re as cool as they come.”
“Thank you, Elsa. I am that. But she is… she’s just unpleasant, all the time. She is always, always, always complaining. Dat, dat, dat, dat,” he said. ‘Dat, dat, dat, dat. And I have put up with it. But you know? Life’s too short. Life is too short to spend it with someone who is always disagreeable every day. Every single day she is unhappy and every single day I put up with it. I never have a break! Never.”
He shrugged and smiled. He’s a smiling type.
“It’s okay, Elsa. I’m doing well. I am a happy person and she…” he let the sentence drop.
How old are you?” I asked.
Do you agree with him? Do you see a lot of couples where one of them is happy, the other difficult?