Getting Married After 50 is a Triumph of the Heart

I gave up on love, but destiny had other plans

Photo of Author and Her Husband on Their Wedding Day. Photo Credit, Dubnoff Photography

I Had My Life Planned Out

I was supposed to be the eccentric neighborhood dog lady.

I had it all mapped out. I’d sit on my porch, sipping red wine with my dogs dressed in colorful sweaters beside me. The neighbors would shoot sidelong glances my way as they huddled and spoke in hushed tones about the weird spinster woman down the street.

I had a plan. It was a good plan and I was happy with it. Dogs are fantastic companions. Who needs a man anyway?

So much for the best-laid plans.

The Seventeen Year Drought

I was thirty-five when my rocky first marriage crumbled around me. I escaped the drama and the next seventeen years would see me embrace my newfound freedom. During that time, I went back to school and got a master’s degree, raised two amazing kids and adopted three scruffy and fluffy rescue dogs. Life was busy and I was content.

Once the kids grew up and went off to college, I decided to invest in myself. I returned to writing after a long hiatus and landed a fantastic job that allowed me to travel all over the world. For the first time in my life, I cultivated a…