It’s always amazed me that second marriages end in statistically higher rates of divorce. I would think that enduring perhaps the most difficult time in a persons’ life might leave a more lasting impression.
The Queen and I first met at a bar. It’s not something we advertise. Similar stories usually end in hook ups and poorly.
Many years ago, in another life, long before the Queen, I met a woman during a business conference. She was blessed with black hair and hazel eyes that would bring a good man to his knees. Introduced through a mutual colleague, we got to know each other between breakout sessions and cocktail hours.
If divorce has taught me anything, it’s that a father can’t be all things to his children, and certainly not his sons. Even with the best of intentions, no man can possess every ingredient needed to nurture a boy into healthy manhood.