Take notes, because this is how romance is done.
After 61 years of marriage, Bob Phillips admitted to his wife Gail that he’d been looking at other women the entire time they’d been married. But Bob wasn’t ogling them or admiring their beauty. He was looking in every Sunday paper to try and find a bride who could even come close to being as “lovely” as his own bride, many years ago. He always came up empty-handed. Keep reading »
“Our marriage was somewhat contrary to tradition. Most couples have the most intensity in the beginning. But I was always working. So we had the best and most romantic part of our marriage at the end. We literally held hands for the last 20 years.”
Bob Cousy, best known to basketball fans for leading the Boston Celtics to win six World Championships, reflects on his 63-year marriage to Marie “Missie” Ritterbusch, who passed away last month, in a heartbreaking interview with the UK’s Telegraph. Keep reading »
Eileen Lockley and Warner Billington met when they were in high school. The couple dated and fell in love, and wanted to get married, but Eileen’s father thought she was too young to wed and forbid it.
When Billington went into the airforce, Lockley wrote him every day, but eventually the couple drifted apart. Soon after, they both met the people they would eventually marry. And in both cases, they were married for more than 50 years before their spouses passed away.
“We both had very happy marriages but anyone who tells you that they don’t remember their first love is fibbing,” said Billington. Keep reading »
We like to tell people we were “introduced by Ann Landers,” which is technically true, although Eppie Lederer didn’t know her at the time. The night I took Eppie to an open AA meeting, we decided to go out to dinner together afterwards; this was the first and only time we ever had dinner for two. In the restaurant, Chaz was at a nearby table that included a couple of people I knew. I didn’t know her, but I’d seen her before and was attracted. I liked her looks, her voluptuous figure, and the way she presented herself. She took a lot of care with her appearance and her clothes never looked quickly thrown together. She seemed to be holding the attention of her table. You never get anywhere with a woman you can’t talk intelligently with.
Something possessed me to pull off one of the oldest tricks in the book. “I have a couple of friends over there I’d love for you to meet,” I told Eppie, and got up to take her across. As the introductions went around, Chaz was included. When we went back to our own table, I had her card. I studied the card and showed it to Eppie, who said, “You sly fox.”
–Movie critic Roger Ebert tells the story of his 20 year romance with wife Chaz in a moving column on the occasion of the couple’s 20th anniversary. It’s a two-hankie must-read. [Chicago Sun Times]
2011 had scarcely started before my life turned into a heaping pile of dog shit.
The Frisky was being sold to new owners and our jobs (and paychecks) were held in balance. My boyfriend started diddling around with some girl on the Internet, got caught, and dumped me. He asked me to move out of our apartment and I moved back into my childhood bedroom in the suburbs.
All this happened in the span of two weeks.
My life looked as bleak as the January freeze outside — which, incidentally, trapped me indoors with my parents during a blizzard for longer than should be considered legal under the Geneva Convention.
But friends, family and even strangers surprised me with their mercy in the days, weeks, and months that followed. My best friend, who lives an ocean away, called constantly. My sister drove me down to New Jersey to help me move out of my apartment. A reverend who I barely knew spent hours on the phone talking me down from ledges of broken confidence and self-hatred. Frisky readers wrote me the sweetest, most uplifting blog comments and emails that brought me to tears. Amelia let me sleep on her couch. As my life as I knew it fell apart, I saw the strength of my support system, which I hadn’t even known I had. Keep reading »
When I tell people, “I live with my boyfriend three days a week,” I often get two reactions.
1. “That must be-um– challenging.”
2. “That sounds ideal!”
The first reaction often comes from a place of concern. How can you have a meaningful long term relationship when you only see each other three days a week? You can’t possibly know what it’s like to have a real, full-time relationship. What is he doing the other four days of the week, hmmm? Thoughts of infidelity run through their heads. How long could a relationship like this last? Keep reading »
Jerzy Bielecki was 19-year-old when he was thrown into a German concentration camp, accused of being a member of the Polish resistance. Bielecki spent three years at the camps before he met Cyla Cybulska, a young Polish Jew who was sent there with her brothers and parents. Cyla was the only one of her family to survive, and was sent to work in the camp’s grain warehouse, where she met Jerzy. The pair were only allowed to speak a minimum of words to one another, but over the course of the next eight months, the two fell in love. And that’s when Jerzy hatched a scheme to save the love of his life and escape the camp. Keep reading »
Last week, we shared the stories of how our parents met. From Ami’s parents — who met at summer camp — to Kate’s mom and dad — who bonded over Shakespeare in the Park — you guys immediately connected and shared your own parents adorable stories. We noticed a couple of startling similarities in so many of the tales shared — for one, that people used to get married at a much younger age. That’s not entirely surprising — but it is rather shocking that so many stories involved couples getting engaged after only six weeks, and married after only six months. It seems the courting and engagement period was typically much, much shorter than it is now. And what’s more, from your stories anyway, most of those couples seem to still be happily married today. Just something to consider.
More than 70 of you told your parents story, and we’ve selected our 10 favorites for you to read. And if you haven’t told your tale already, feel free to share it in the comments! Keep reading »
This past weekend, my dad threw my mom a surprise birthday party. This is the second surprise birthday party he’s thrown her in five years, which is partly because I think he just really enjoys organizing surprises and partly because he really loves my mom and this is his way of making her feel special. My parents are still married, which is, yes, increasingly rare, and incredibly bizarre considering how utterly different they are. My mom is a Democrat. My dad purports to be a Republican. He’s an analytical nuclear engineer and she’s a palm-reading, feelings-focused guidance counselor (no, she does not read the palms of her students). Their personalities could probably best be summed up by the way they met. Keep reading »