(Diary)
WOMEN IN ONE’S LIFE
My college girlfriend, from Manhattan then Westchester, married well, and produced a body of art, that while not exceptional to the amateur is of quality and marketability in the style’s tradition, and consistent with her student work. It’s in galleries and collections in both the USA and Europe. And, wonderfully, while she’s in her early sixties, she is still quite beautiful. π
While I’ve had multiple LTRs and marriages, including one of twenty years that might still survive had I chosen a simpler life and not had cancer, I have had only two great loves in my life – which is twice as much as anyone has an opportunity or right to – and she was the first one.
I love my ex’s as much as I love my children and my step children. I don’t need attention or validation or anything from them other than that I know they are happy and successful.
And given the loyalty, sentimentality and romanticism are the domain of men, and only devotion the domain of women, we should never expect those women we have ‘shared our time with’ to do other than find reasons not to maintain attention, consideration, or care from them.
Women live in-time, and men live over-time and women’s temporality if it exists is limited to their children.
As men, we love them anyway.
And as it is their nature as women.
We should expect nothing more of them, or ourselves.
Affections
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