RELATIONSHIPS
I’m Glad I Don’t Have a Husband
Life is Better Without a Life Partner

My friend Deb recently mentioned that she hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in 24 years.
“Why not?” I asked.
Deb’s husband, as it turns out, can’t fall sleep unless the television is on.
Deb can’t fall asleep if the television is on. But she defers to hubby’s need to watch TV until he slips happily off to dreamland, leaving her to toss and turn.
Every single night.
For 24 years.
“Have you told him that you can’t sleep with the TV on?” I asked.
“Of course,” she said. “Many times.”
So he realizes that she can’t sleep with the TV going. But he doesn’t care.
I wouldn’t put up with that from a man.
Which is probably why I’m single.
Many women feel that life without a life partner just isn’t worth living.
Not me.
When I look at most marriages, even the good ones, it sure looks to me as if the wives are putting a whole lot of energy into taking care of their husbands, and the husbands aren’t exactly reciprocating.
I have a friend whose husband is a window-rattling snorer but insists that she share his bed.
No sleep for her? No problem for him.
If she tries to move down the hall to the guestroom? He throws a big fat mantrum.
I’ve also listened to a lot of women complaining about husbands who wheedle and cajole and sometimes demand sex, even when their wives just aren’t feeling it.
“I usually give in,” one confided, “just to keep the peace.”
I was in a relationship like that once. Never again.
And for too many of these dudes, sex is about taking, not giving. One friend confided that in two decades of marriage, she’d experienced just twelve orgasms during sex with her husband.
“The man had no idea what a clit is,” she told me. “and he didn’t want to learn. As soon as he got his rocks off, the ride was over. When I told him that I never had an orgasm when we made love, his response was, ‘So what?’ That’s not the only reason I divorced him — but it sure didn’t help our marriage thrive.”
It’s not just in the bedroom. It’s everywhere and all the time. Women are taking care of men, deferring to men and doing everything they can to keep hubby happy.
Cooking for them. Shopping for them. Cleaning up after them. Bolstering their egos. Endlessly nurturing them.
In return? The men take out the trash. Do a few home repairs. And accept all this nurturing and pandering and caretaking as their due.
Sure, in my 68 years I’ve seen a few terrific unions, where the partners are equally responsible for the health and well-being of the marriage, and where the men do just as much nurturing and caretaking as their wives.
But those are definitely the exception, not the rule.
Studies have shown that married men live longer than single men.
But? Married women don’t live as long as single women.
I’m not surprised. All of this nurturing and caretaking can wear a person out.
I have several friends, single in their sixties, who have posted their profiles on sites like Match and are busy looking for Mr. Right. And I hope they find what they’re looking for.
As for me?
I’m staying single, thanks.
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