As I write this, I am on my way to my next adventure in the tropics to work. I fly out tonight.
I am in a rather strange situation: kids are grown; finances are secure; I can select what I want to do and where.
I make no demands of W. She will change or she will not.
I am moving on to a dream we had shared, which is to do meaningful work with people in developing countries. MY journey continues. She can choose to join me or not.
I am also discovering that despite my passing resemblance to the Elephant Man and a savoir faire that is less Cary Grant and more Harpo Marx, women actually enjoy my company. I've made it clear to them I am only interested in friendship for now.
So, Steve, to be perfectly clear: life goes on; I still love W; I understand her midlife transition may not lead my way; if she wants a D, she will have to do the heavy lifting. If I meet someone during my adventures, that's the risk she took.
