I’m fifty and have been a born again bachelor for over ten years after six-hundred… I mean six years of a miserable marriage: No kids.
I’m serious about what I do – I’ve managed both bachelor and masters degrees – and more than just fairly disciplined in my pursuit of it, so I don’t consider myself a perpetual adolescent (Though every day seems like Christmas now, after how unhappy I was being married).
I tried to fall off the wagon exactly twice since my divorce, and was again in a pit of despair, so I gave up on relationships entirely. I don’t even date anymore.
I’m not on any kind of marriage strike, per se, I just happen to have come to the logical conclusion that relationships are more trouble than they are worth: I’m happier – MUCH happier – without a woman in my life.
I like women – love them in fact – but I make it clear to them that I’m not interested in romance anymore, but that platonic relationships are just fine. Interestingly, this gets rid of them ALL.
I don’t define my level of satisfaction and/or fulfillment in life by whether I’m in a relationship or not: I define those things by how many of my goals I’m reaching.
I’m not sure what the “problem” is – or even if there is one – and, seriously, I don’t understand why a lot more people of both sexes don’t chose to live this way… and be happy about it.
