28 and Divorced


When I went out with a friend yesterday, we met one of our school friend and he greeted us some common courtesy. Well, I was never close to hime, not close enough although he was well linked to me. His father hang out with mine and we definitely have lots of mutual friends, but I never really hang out with this person. As far as I knew he’s a businessperson, he has a house in the neighbourhood and he was married.


I just found out yesterday that he’s been divorced for 6 months. And was so shocked because I never thought how soon it ended.

Please don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against a divorce. I am pro choice, and definitely pro logic. And from what I’ve heard, none of the explanation made sense to me. Well, not that it matters anymore.

I just wonder.

Why would people want to marry if they could easily break a commitment? The first years of marriage is supposed to be the honeymoon stage, and what happens after it’s over? A divorce? Hey you know what? If you just want a sweet sweet loving and don’t want the house work, just have a boyfriend/girlfriend, not a wife/husband. I mean it.

Nevertheless, this kind of stuff worries me too. While my wedding is getting closer, and I’ve got more and more assured with my decision, could I in the future face the problems, the internal problems which has never occured before? Would he still like this? Would he still love me? Ha…

It reminds me to a song from the beatles which would definitely be in my wedding day: When I’m 64. So to close our today’s entry, here’s the lyrics 🙂

When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?

You’ll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you

I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight
If it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?


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