AFRIEND of mine, recently widowed, says she feels as though she is bringing up the rear at dinner and cocktail parties. Friends, feeling sorry for her, still invite her to events, but she knows it is a matter of time before she is left out in the
won ’ t cold. Her married friends want her in case she nicks their husband, and single women might regard her as unacceptable competition for men already earmarked.
we’ re I would have thought all far too old to even contemplate such things: surely to heavens it would be too much of an effort to start all over again? Apparently not.
I know we all read about men and women in their dotage meeting in old- age homes and
it ’ s getting married. Maybe just me, but this
don ’ t makes me feel squeamish and I want too much more information, thank you very
It’ s much. a bit like gay men wanting to share with you their experience of coming out of the
don’ t rat ’ s. proverbial closet: I really give a
Last year was a strange one. Far too many people of close acquaintance fell off the perch and, worse in a way, far too many who have seemingly been married for hundreds of years
wasn ’ t called it a day. And it the old cliche of the greedy 1980s, when all that money went
men ’ s, straight to er, heads and they got into the habit of phoning their wives from club class airport lounges to say they had left home and were on the way to Bali with the English nanny.
A male friend who left his wife for a younger version said the problem was that his wife was becoming more like a mother, telling him
shouldn ’ t what he should and do in the food, exercise and sleeping departments, whereas the younger one encouraged him to eat, drink and be merry all day and night. He was unamused when I suggested the young woman was perhaps relying on him not living to a ripe old age.
Not all women feel aggrieved when their husbands go off to the big golf course in the sky: I know of at least five very merry widows, free at last of philandering men. They’ re thriving on their new- found freedom
there ’ s and have discovered more to life than cocktail parties.
Of course, the boot is often on the other foot. I know a woman who was rather eager to share herself with others while she was married. It came as a great shock to her when her husband said he knew what she had been up to all those years and he was leaving her for his pregnant girlfriend. She was livid.
But women can take care of themselves, which is just as well. Unlike men, they expect one day to be alone, whereas a man knows that no matter how old, decrepit, bald, riddled with gout or with scorching breath, he will always find a woman to take care of him.
that ’ s Oh, well, life.