I have no interest in deciding what is right for other people. We all have to choose our own way.
For me, being married is a ride I wouldn't have missed for anything. We're coming up on 32 years of marriage next month. I was 22 when we married, 20 when we met.
We've traveled the world, raised an outstanding daughter, and now we are grandparents to two grandsons.
My husband was there when my grandma made ice cream and burnt peanut butter cookies for my 20th birthday. She's been dead for twenty years.
I remember his grandmother. We used to exchange letters. I found my old correspondence in her bible after she died. She's been gone a long time.
If he dies before me, I will never marry again. For me, marriage is a treasure, an opportunity to share a life, with all of its wretched agonies, and all of its unmitigated joys. There's no one else whose memories are so precisely matched to mine. It's quite a thing.