Don't go changing...

Today is my parents' 39th wedding anniversary.

At least it would have been if my dad hadn't gone and died of cancer in 1994.

In the eleven years since he died, my mum has not once even entertained the thought of being with another man. No dates, no casual lunches, no nothing. She says that she was quite happy being single before she met my dad, was fortunate enough to have a very happy marriage for 28 years and so she is quite happy to be on her own for the rest of her life.

Obviously she feels that the "one true love" theory worked for her.

Its certainly something to think about...

It got me thinking.

I don't think I've ever had that kind of love. I know sometimes I've thought that a guy was "the one" but then he usually broke my heart. I'm really not sure if there is one true love out there for me. And even if I happened to meet someone within the next year (and married them pretty much straight away), by the time my 39th wedding anniversary rolled around, I'd be 73. That's old. And I don't think anyone could love me when I'm that old.

Of course, that's assuming the marriage lasts that long.

Its a rare thing nowadays.

Jeez I get melancholy at this time of year. I need to snap out of it.

I'm going to go and wrap Christmas presents before I start feeling sorry for myself.