I receive lots of emails from women, many without children, asking questions about dating single dads. The common problem is meeting his children – specifically, why won’t he let her meet them, why he avoids, or goes hot and cold, about meeting them, and similar. It seems for many of these women, meeting his kids is a really big deal.
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.
My friend Tara, from Relative Evolutions, wrote a recent essay on how marriage is work. She ends with this question,
“Marriage is work. So why do we congratulate those who leave a dead-end job while shaming those who leave a dead-end marriage?”
It’s an excellent thought and worthy of a response.