A glimpse from 'Chicken Soup for the Woman's Soul'.
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After 21 years of marriage, I have discovered a new way of keeping the spark of love and intimacy alliance in my relationship with my wife. I have recently started dating another woman. It was my wife's idea. Actually, you know you love her, she said one day, taking me by surprise. Life is to shot. You need to spend time with the people you love. But I love you. I protested. I know, But you also love her. You probably won't believe me. But I think that the two of you spend more time together. It will bring the two of us closer. As usual. Peggy was right. The other woman that my wife was encouraging me to date was my mother. Bye, Mom. As the 71 year old widow who has to learn alone since my father died 19 years ago right after his death, I moved 2500 miles away to California, where I started my own family and carrier. When I moved back near my hometown five years ago, I promised myself I would spend more time with her, but somehow with the demands of my job and the three kids, I never got got around to see her much beyond family get togethers and holidays. She was surprised and suspicious when I called and suggested the two of us going out to dinner and a movie what strong? I am moving my grandchildren away, she asked. My mother is the type of whom and who pings anything out of ordinary, a light late night phone call or s surprised in the invitation from our eldest Stan Signal's bad news. I thought it would be nice to spend some time with you, I said, Just the two of us. She considered that statement for a moment. I'd like that, she said. I'd like that. A lot, I found myself know, was as I drew to her house Friday after work, I had the pre digitals, and all I was doing was going out with my mother for Pete Seek. What would we talk about? What if she didn't like the restaurant? Are the movie what she didn't like either? When I pulled into her driveway, I realised how excited she, too, was about a date. She was waiting by the door with her court on her hair was curled. She was smiling I told my lady Prints that I was going out with my son and they were all impressed, she said as she got into my car. Daikon. Wait until tomorrow to hear about evening. Wait and go anywhere fancy. Just a neighbourhood place will be good talk. When we got there, my mother clutched my arm half out of affection and half to help her negotiate the steps and to the dining room. Once we seated, I had to read the menu for both of us. Her eyes only see large shades and shadows halfway through a listing. The entrees I glanced up. Mom was sitting across the table just looking at me with First Mile traced her. I used to be the menu reader venue were little, she said. I understood instantly what she was saying from caregiver to cared for, from cared for to care giver. Our relationship had come full circle. Then it's time for you to relax and let me return the favour, I said we had a nice talk over dinner. Nothing earth shattering, just catching up with each other's lives. We talk so much that we missed the movie. I'll go out with you against, but only if you let me buy dinner next time, my mother said as I dropped her off, I agreed. How was he date? My wife wanted to know when I got home that night. Nice. Nicer than I thought it would be, I said. She smiled her. Told you so. Smile. Since that night have been dating mom regularly. We don't go out every week, but we tried to see each other at least a couple of times a month. We always have dinner, and sometimes we take in a movie, too. Mostly, do we just talk? I tell her about my daily trials at work. I brag about the kits and my wife. She felt me in on the family ghost I can never seem to keep up on. She also tells me about her past. Now I know what it was like for my mom to work in a factory during boil one second. I know about how she met my father there and how they noted a trolley car. Kirch it through those difficult times as a pleasant to these storeys have come to realise how important they are To me. They are my history I can't get enough of them. But we don't just talk about the past. We also talk about the future because of health problems. My mother worries about the days ahead. I have so much living to do, she told me one night. I need to be there while my grandchildren grow up. I don't want to miss a me off it. Like a lot of my baby boomer friends, I tent road to rush around, filling my added lands calendar to the brim. As I struggled to fit a career, family and relationships into my life, I often complained about how quickly time flies. Spending time with my mom has start me the importance of slowing down. I finally understand the meaning of the term. Have heard a 1,000,000 times quality time. Peggy was right. Dating another woman has helped my marriage. It has maybe a better husband and father and hopefully a better son. Thanks, Mom. I love you. The Other woman, by David Farrell
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Narrator, Believable, Caring, Comforting, Deep, Engaging, Inspirational, Emotional, Indian (General)