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.
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.