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Yes, I know these insights don't apply to all, there are no universal truths here. And some couples undoubtedly adapt easily.
We're a mixed retirement couple, also not expected. I was sure she would retire shortly after I did, that was more than 5 years ago? But we've fared better than the couple in the article.
Frankly I am more concerned about our marriage once we're both retired. We'll adapt after 37 years, but I expect it'll take some (unanticipated) adjustments. I know we'll need to have lives together and lives apart, I expect her to find that more challenging than I have. Time will tell.
Retirement And Marriage: The Pitfalls Of Being A Mixed-Retirement Couple | The Huffington Post
We're a mixed retirement couple, also not expected. I was sure she would retire shortly after I did, that was more than 5 years ago? But we've fared better than the couple in the article.
Frankly I am more concerned about our marriage once we're both retired. We'll adapt after 37 years, but I expect it'll take some (unanticipated) adjustments. I know we'll need to have lives together and lives apart, I expect her to find that more challenging than I have. Time will tell.
Retirement And Marriage: The Pitfalls Of Being A Mixed-Retirement Couple | The Huffington Post
Mixed-retirement marriages are situations ripe for resentment and stress. It’s a real test of the strength of the union and a point at which, I suspect, many marriages fall apart as partners assume new roles involving money and bringing home the bacon.
In our case, my husband’s early retirement certainly took its toll. He felt a little bereft and couldn’t figure out how to spend his days while I and all his friends were still at work. He began taking our dogs on longer and longer walks — not a bad thing for any of them — except he missed having someone to talk to. When I would get home from work, he’d regale me with stories about the cute things the dogs did that day, how one of them cornered a squirrel on their walk, how they spotted a coyote down in the field, how many foxtails he pulled off our Retriever’s paws.
I don’t think either of us found it interesting, but he was doing the best he could to fill his days against an emptiness that hadn’t been there before. I noticed it even more when we entertained. He wasn’t interested in what he called the “war stories” that our still-employed journalism friends wanted to tell. And he was bringing less and less conversation to the table.
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