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?