It would seem that at the age of 57 there is nothing to think about a wedding, but I decided otherwise, I wanted a holiday, even though my relatives did not understand me.

With age. chanceAnd for love, she is desperately small. It's not about who you are. It's about others. Men, from sultry young people, ready to do anything for the sake of passion and feelings, turn into measured melancholy skeptics. Who, in general, agree on a relationship, but without all this “extra schushers”. In addition, life in a formal marriage and ordinary cohabitation are different things. New conditions, rights and responsibilities emerge. And far from everyone is ready to change their measured bachelor life for various kinds of changes. At least next to a loved one.



However, if a woman is absolutely sure of her desire to play a solemn wedding and her companion is also not against it, new problems may still appear on the horizon. What? Everyone has their own. The financial question, although this point is obvious. Or, for example, the negative attitude of relatives. Yeah, that happens too. And there may be a situation when there is no one to invite to the wedding. You have to negotiate with colleagues at work or very distant acquaintances. What to do, over the years, our circle of communication only narrows. That's human nature.

"Loves of all ages are submissive" - so it seems to be customary to say. And so, recently, I think myself. I never thought about it before. When I was young, this question didn’t interest me at all. Then I had a husband. And after a divorce, there is no time to think about love and feelings. All thoughts are about other, domestic problems. It is not human to think of such things after thirty years. At least that's my position. Unless you're a writer or a poet. Their whole life is intertwined with feelings. The average person doesn’t need that.



However, at 57, even a pragmatist like me decided to get married. I've decided. With a dress, a ring, a bunch of guests and beautiful photos. I didn’t even mind calling a local tamadah if the guests expressed that desire. I don't care, holiday, holiday. There's money, there's feelings. So why not celebrate such a wonderful event, and even in a big way? But in reality, it was different. Not at all as I expected, unfortunately.

My first husband left me with a child. He is a beautiful and beloved son who is 29 years old. Getting divorced in your 40s is not easy. It seems to me that ending a marriage is not easy at any age. When you’re young, you think marriage is lifelong. In adulthood, you stop romanticizing your relationship. But without a husband, with a child. Leave the usual way of life, because with your partner you did not grow together. That hurts. And hard.



My current husband has two daughters. One is a little over 30 years old, the other a little less. Two wonderful girls, my father loves them very much. I know a lot about their lives. And not only because Oleg, my husband, often tells me about them. You see. They are distant, but still related to me. Oleg is the ex-husband of my cousin. Accordingly, his children are my nieces. Yeah, it happened and it didn't, and I don't see anything that weird about it when you think about it. Oleg and I are not in any relationship.

Our relationship began with the fact that my cousin did not want to go on vacation with her husband. Not the sea, of course, but quite a decent place, a tourist base. Vlada said that a woman her age had nothing to do there and suggested that Oleg go with anyone. Even if she had a drinking partner, she doesn't care. It was during this time that I booked a ticket for myself. The very first day I didn't even notice Oleg, and then we saw each other. We decided to relax together, talked a lot. That's how it all came about.



A month later, Oleg confessed everything to his wife and she happily filed for divorce. They've been very unstable for a long time. I even think my cousin had a snout in his head the whole time, but now what does it matter? There is no point in discussing the past, especially since I have achieved my own and now married to a loved one. We are doing well, although we are relatively newlyweds. We haven’t had time to get tired of each other yet. Emotions kick in.

But the wedding was just something. Until then, it still makes itself known. The reason, of course, is our closest and dearest. Family. My son, for example, told me right away that he was not coming to any wedding and that I had to cancel because otherwise he would start to doubt my adequacy. I did not communicate with my nieces, but they gave their father a similar ultimatum. I don’t talk to my sister, although she didn’t say anything bad to me. So I think she's more like that, because they haven't had love in their marriage for years. Oleg told me this and I see no reason not to believe him.



Most of the guests did not come to our wedding. My brother promised to come, although he lives in another city. At the last minute he called back and apologized. Someone in the family must have told him about my fiancé. Many of Oleg’s relatives refused to congratulate us, although some did come. To give you some sense of my pre-wedding mood, I even called my ex-husband. Why not, we stayed in a normal relationship with him. And he came! I was kind of having fun.

Here we go. Oleg and I live together, with me. His apartment went to his ex-wife and she seems very happy about it. But my husband got the car. Now we can go to the cottage, and shopping for a week. I always wanted to try to live like that. And one more thing: Oleg and I both work. We have money, and at our age. I often hear complaints of peers that there is not enough money, a man is sitting without work at home and so on. We're doing fine. Complete harmony and mutual understanding.



But it's not so smooth with the kids. They are adults, they have their own view of the situation and I do not blame them for it. Of course, it is strange to see how grown up, self-sufficient people do not understand that one of their parents wants to change something in their lives, to become happier. They just pull the blanket over themselves: “Are you embarrassing me,” “seding in the beard,” “Is this senile dementia or something new?” But I hope things get better in the future. In the meantime, I enjoy life and look through my fingers. The rest of life should be lived with dignity. No negative emotions. That's enough for both of us in the past. Now it's time for joy.