We were at dinner*. My daughter asks me what the percentage is on divorce. I tell her that the consensus seems to be around 50%, usually a little more, depending where you source the information. She looks at me a bit shocked. She doesn’t understand how people who swore to love each other and commit to each other for life can get to the point where they divorce.
I tried explaining that a lifetime is a long time and that most people don’t go into it very logically or even with those intentions necessarily. She disputed me. I explained that some people aren’t even in love when they get married. That there are many, many reasons people get marred.
I tried explaining that many more factors than love come into play: age, fear, loneliness, status, security, societal and family pressure, money, pregnancy, on and on. She disagreed with me. Which I suppose is a good thing. She isn’t as marred by bitterness as I thought she was. But in this case I think it’s just her lack of experience and sentimental nature that’s keeping her from comprehending. I guess when she gets there we will see what her own reasons are.
This doesn’t even take into account how people change over the course of their lives. Or how people sometimes don’t know each other well enough before marriage in the first place. There are just so many variables.
It is funny that people go into something with such a high failure. But I’m not one to talk. I’m divorced with my own business. Businesses have a far worse success rate and yet here I am. Speaks to my own naivety or faith. Considering I am wanting to get married again I think we’ll have to say both are probably true. Lol 💋❣️🥰
*Because I haven’t paid for a nice dinner out in over a year I had forgotten how much that stung my pocket book. Let’s just say that won’t be happening again anytime soon. Worse yet, it wasn’t even a good time.
The hostess was rude, the waitress took 15 minutes just to present herself and part of my order came burnt. I sent it back only to get a second burnt side dish. The waitress just says “other people have complained about it too but that’s just how the cook likes to prepare it” in a way too nonchalant fashion. I just stared at her. It’s wasteful, unnecessary, unhealthy and really just stupid for a restaurant to serve burnt food. But that sums up that place fairly well.
Last time I had a similar complaint about an overly charred item and asked for the manager the waiters all huddled together to decide who was going to “take it”. I’m sure the owners think they are saving money by not having a restaurant manager on-site but it’s the dumbest business decision I’ve seen.
Frankly, I’m rather amazed they have even survived. I’m guessing the loyalty of the locals, the nice ambience, the fact that the food is usually pretty good and also that their are simply not a lot of other options in town secures their livelihood, but I think for me personally I’m done giving them my money, especially so much of it. There are restaurants with much better service and comparable food not that much farther. Worth the drive.
But enough complaining. Today my mother and I go stay in a nice hotel for a few nights. Tomorrow: room service breakfast in bed. One of life’s sweet luxuries that I greatly enjoy. Lounging. Sleeping in. No sick kids anywhere in sight. No responsibilities. No chores. No worries. Just relaxation. Jacuzzi time. I’m even taking some books. Books!! Now doesn’t that all sound heavenly?
I could only think of one way to make this getaway even better… but that would involve having to switch out my mom for someone else. 🤣🤤🤣
Maybe next time. 🤷🏽♀️🤔😉