An Extraordinary Life

“To live an extraordinary life takes money,” he tells me.

I’m stunned. He and I have immigrated to another country, where we have brought up three children, spoken another language, and been novices of the culture and its ways. Are we not extraordinary?

An extraordinary life to me means a life of inspiration, creativity and renewed knowledge of the human condition. Otherwise, it is ordinary with or without money. The blow came the other night, after thirty-eight years of marriage, and I’m challenged to make sense of it. What has happened to our relationship, from the tender beginning to now?



  1. Every so often my husband shocks me with an opinion I don’t recognize, and a few of them have been Big Deals. How do we grow so differently in the same space?

    I’ve been browsing your blog tonight. It’s been a pleasure.

    • Thank you so much. As I see it, we are attracted to whom we are not to complement ourselves when we are young and fall in love. Then we have children (often) and the relationship becomes part of the family relationship. As empty nesters, we look at ourselves, our values, our dreams and have the opportunity to be who we really are. This is when glaring differences will show up in the relationship (my experience) and dealing with that takes courage and patience. And of course love, because love softens us. Also, it is important that both partners do what they like to do and give each other space. I will check your blog out.

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