What would you do if your spouse died?
Marry again or remain single?
Just curious…
Tough.
I might remarry, but it’d be on the order of a decade later.
Wrong thinking is punished, right thinking is just as swiftly rewarded. You’ll find it an effective combination.
I think I’d end up single. It just wouldn’t be fair to whoever I was involved with –
“Well, Keith would have done it this way…”, “Keith would have thought that was funny…”, “Keith always knew what to do when that happened…”
I just don’t think there’s another person on earth that gets me like my baby does.
Before making a decision like that I think I’d probably move first.
I don’t know where, someplace fun where I could relearn how to enjoy life.
Maybe MPSIMS.
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I used to ask myself this question. Then my spouse died.
The answer is: you don’t know.
No matter your answer to this question, no matter your passion or beliefs, the truth is, you don’t know.
You can never ever know unless/until it happens to you. And even then, there is no answer; there is only life. And life, in its bizarre, alien manner, goes on, no matter what you do.
There is no answer.
Well, He Did die, 6 and a half years ago.
Don’t miss him at all.
Would i get married again someday? Why not?
The Gods honest truth is- If my spouse died, I can’t imagine a time in my life when my heart would stop breaking. Ever.
Zette
(So I guess that would be a “no”)
“If I had to live your life, I’d be begging to have someone pop out both my eyes. Just in case I came across a mirror.” - android209 (in the Pit)
Zettecity
Voted “Most Empathetic”- can you believe that?
The wife asks the husband, “Dear, if I died, would you marry again?”
The husband thinks for a moment and replies, “No, I don’t think so.”
The wife says, “Are you sure? Because I would want you to be happy after I’m gone!”
The husband thinks a little longer and says, “Well, perhaps I would marry again.”
The wife asks, “Would you let her live in this house?”
The husband says, “Probably. It’s a nice house and it’s paid for.”
The wife continues, “Would you let her sleep in our bed?”
The husband says, “Well, yes, I guess so.”
The wife keeps asking, “Would you let her use my golf clubs?”
The husband replies, “No. She’s left-handed.”
If my spouse died, I would be at my wit’s end for quite a while, because he knows how to fix the computer, do taxes, fix things around the house, put a new headlight in the car. I definitely think I would sell the house and get a condo or apartment. This is the practical. Emotionally I would be totally bereft, but I can’t imagine ever getting married again. Can’t imagine it. I’m an almost-middle-aged housewife, and for one thing the dating pool ain’t what it was when I was 20. I think I’d like to travel if I had enough money. But get married, even for companionship or financial security, I don’t think so. But apparently it happens all the time, love comes out of nowhere even to senior citizens! So who knows?
I would totally support the idea of the Mr. re-marrying. Left to his own devices, someone might find him someday inside one of those houses jam-packed with “stuff”! He needs someone to take care of him and his “stuff”. He has my blessing to get married again. (He’s always threatening in a kidding way to replace me with a Phillipino mail-order bride who would do his every bidding, at least I think he’s kidding.)
Heh…malaka! What a great username! Am I the only one who knows what it means??
Coldfire
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This is a scary thought to ponder. No wonder the divorce rate is so high. Don’t people fall in love anymore?
I will not celebrate meaningless milestones.
Ok. First, ask your spouse today. Ask them if they would remarry. Let the following argument go on for the next two weeks.
I have to wait for my spouse to die first?
Anyway, malaka, are you Greek, and do you live up to your name?
Too much malakio can make you go blind.
I asked this question to my folks when I was much younger. When their answers differed, it started the largest family fight in memory. I thought this would be quite the thought provoking thread…
And yes, I’m greek! And yes, I live up to my onoma. XA XA!
Wow, that is so sad. I feel exactly the same way about my first husband. I’m sorry that he died young (47) and that he seemed unhappy most of his life, but I don’t miss him either.
I have a friend who’s 70-something mom remarried on Valentine’s Day this year, less than 2 years after her husband died. (He was a jerk, and nobody misses him, apparently.)
Another friend who’s grandmother was widowed in her 80’s said that losing her selfish, domineering husband was the best thing that ever happened to her.
It’s hard to say. No one knows until it happens. I thought I’d relish my independence too much to marry again, but guess what? I found out you can be married and independent! Who’da thunk it?