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2013年8月9日 星期五

In your 20s? Not married with babies? Then you're winning | Daisy Buchanan

young couple driving sunset 'Younger people who live and study away from home, or go travelling … have much more choice when it comes to finding the person who’s right for them.' Photograph: Thomas Barwick/Getty Images

What will become of the class of 2013? Are they already on their way to becoming captains of industry? Have they met the people they plan to have children with? Are they saving all their spare money for a house deposit, so they can tie themselves into a 30-year mortgage at their earliest convenience? If anecdotal evidence is anything to go by, this year's crop of graduates are sat in their bedrooms, tapping "recruitment agency" into Google and trying not to burst into tears while panicking about what they will be doing in a year's time, as further anecdotal evidence suggests they will be jobless and still sleeping in their teenage bedrooms.

The Co-operative has commissioned a study revealing it's taking young adults a bit longer to become proper grown-ups. According to its research, just one in seven people under 30 are married, and one in nine have children – when their grandparents tended to reach the traditional life milestones much quicker, with four out of five over-60s married by the age of 25, and over half with children at that age.

This is causing widespread anxiety – and not just among the retired parents desperate for grandchildren. The emergence of a "quarter-life crisis" among those in their mid-20s has been well-documented, with many people in that age bracket saying that their distance from perceived "life goals" is making them feel depressed and fearful. The problems are economic as well as emotional. Many in their 20s struggle to find jobs that allow them to earn enough to pay rent. If having a house and a family seem out of reach financially, there's less incentive to start looking for a person to share those things with.

The clinical psychologist Meg Jay caused a stir with a TED talk recently that warned twentysomethings not to treat that period of their life as a "throwaway decade", and urged them to start planning their lives as soon as possible. Much of Jay's advice was focused around finding the right partner as soon as possible, and she implied that people in their 20s aren't moving forward with their lives because they're lazy and indecisive. The reality is that most young people don't have enough structural support in their lives to make plans. It has never been harder to buy a house, or forge a career path – and there's not much that people in their 20s can individually do about that, considering the current economic climate.

However, I believe there is an upside to forcibly delaying your future. You may be an adult in the eyes of the law, but you're still maturing. Deciding to share your life with someone shouldn't be an arbitrary goal, to be achieved by a certain point, and being forced to wait to settle down means that when you're able to do it, you'll be better prepared for it emotionally.

An enforced life delay gives young people time to better explore their options. Younger people who live and study away from home, or go travelling, or use social networks and online dating sites, have much more choice when it comes to finding the person who's right for them. They don't have to settle when they settle down – and they shouldn't have to. Marrying and starting a family as soon as you can is no guarantee of happiness. Arguably, you're better prepared for a lasting relationship if you've given yourself time to mature as a single adult, instead of starting a family when you're still growing up. You can't hurry love.


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2013年8月8日 星期四

In your 20s? Not married with babies? Then you're winning | Daisy Buchanan

young couple driving sunset 'Younger people who live and study away from home, or go travelling … have much more choice when it comes to finding the person who’s right for them.' Photograph: Thomas Barwick/Getty Images

What will become of the class of 2013? Are they already on their way to becoming captains of industry? Have they met the people they plan to have children with? Are they saving all their spare money for a house deposit, so they can tie themselves into a 30-year mortgage at their earliest convenience? If anecdotal evidence is anything to go by, this year's crop of graduates are sat in their bedrooms, tapping "recruitment agency" into Google and trying not to burst into tears while panicking about what they will be doing in a year's time, as further anecdotal evidence suggests they will be jobless and still sleeping in their teenage bedrooms.

The Co-operative has commissioned a study revealing it's taking young adults a bit longer to become proper grown-ups. According to its research, just one in seven people under 30 are married, and one in nine have children – when their grandparents tended to reach the traditional life milestones much quicker, with four out of five over-60s married by the age of 25, and over half with children at that age.

This is causing widespread anxiety – and not just among the retired parents desperate for grandchildren. The emergence of a "quarter-life crisis" among those in their mid-20s has been well-documented, with many people in that age bracket saying that their distance from perceived "life goals" is making them feel depressed and fearful. The problems are economic as well as emotional. Many in their 20s struggle to find jobs that allow them to earn enough to pay rent. If having a house and a family seem out of reach financially, there's less incentive to start looking for a person to share those things with.

The clinical psychologist Meg Jay caused a stir with a TED talk recently that warned twentysomethings not to treat that period of their life as a "throwaway decade", and urged them to start planning their lives as soon as possible. Much of Jay's advice was focused around finding the right partner as soon as possible, and she implied that people in their 20s aren't moving forward with their lives because they're lazy and indecisive. The reality is that most young people don't have enough structural support in their lives to make plans. It has never been harder to buy a house, or forge a career path – and there's not much that people in their 20s can individually do about that, considering the current economic climate.

However, I believe there is an upside to forcibly delaying your future. You may be an adult in the eyes of the law, but you're still maturing. Deciding to share your life with someone shouldn't be an arbitrary goal, to be achieved by a certain point, and being forced to wait to settle down means that when you're able to do it, you'll be better prepared for it emotionally.

An enforced life delay gives young people time to better explore their options. Younger people who live and study away from home, or go travelling, or use social networks and online dating sites, have much more choice when it comes to finding the person who's right for them. They don't have to settle when they settle down – and they shouldn't have to. Marrying and starting a family as soon as you can is no guarantee of happiness. Arguably, you're better prepared for a lasting relationship if you've given yourself time to mature as a single adult, instead of starting a family when you're still growing up. You can't hurry love.


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2013年8月7日 星期三

A letter to … my ex, who has got married

On hearing of your marriage, my lovely friends and family asked if I would like them to sabotage your big day. They had a variety of ideas – all messy, all?imaginative, noisy and colourful. Despite being tempted, I settled instead for crying pitifully, alone in bed, lamenting what should have been.

In our six years together, we too had planned our wedding, often with great clarity. Yet, when it came to the many times I was certain and ready to move on to the next step in our relationship, you never were. You always needed more time – time to adjust, time to process, time on your own, time to work, time for space ...

And because I loved you with my whole heart, I indulged you.

But now, less than six months after we broke up, you have married someone else. How could this be? What did I mean to you in the end – or even in the beginning? Was I too loyal, too accommodating? Did I love you too much? Does "she" have less cellulite, better taste in music? Is she more articulate? Does she smell sweeter? Is she a fabulous cook or a whore in bed? I cannot allow myself to dwell on these questions for fear I will be irreparably damaged by the lingering shadow of "Why her and not me?"

Despite the crushing sense of rejection, I want you to know that I?still?have every little thing you gave me on our journey together: empty perfume bottles, train tickets, Post-it notes with inane, dull messages, entrance tickets for exhibitions, concert ticket stubs, even sweet wrappers and nine diaries, mostly filled with musings and angst-ridden ramblings during, about and after our?love.

Alongside these, I have the burden of the memories of the things you said: how you felt beneath me, how you smelled and tasted, magical places we went together – memories that are so dear to me I can conjure them close in a?breath. I cannot imagine that you have managed to reclaim or reshape these with someone else, or that you have managed to erase me from your past, although I have no doubt you will?be trying to.

But before that happens, I want you to remember that you walked away from someone whose heart skipped a beat when she saw you, who relished just being with you, even doing nothing at all, who happily sat with most of your bad habits without much complaint, who, quite frankly, would have done anything for you. This for me is the most difficult part – I?hope that I can lose the surety of how I felt about you, or at least lose the idea of what I thought I was to you; or, even worse, who I thought you were to me.

Enough of this wallowing. I have brushed myself off in true stoic style (you would be proud of my resilience) and enrolled myself in speed dating, joined a night class and begun volunteering. I have gutted my flat with a view to selling it and finding a new home, somewhere your body has never lain. I have taken up running and?swimming.

Yesterday I even removed your numbers from my phone. "Are you sure you want to delete xxxxx?" it asked. If only it were so simple. But I am hopeful that I can one day move on to someone who deserves and cherishes my ability to love with my whole heart and who offers it back, someone who can help me see our time together for what it really was.

At my best, I hope you have found the love of your life who makes you feel deep peace and joy in who you are, both together and apart. I loved you too much to want less for you. And at my worst, well, I'll leave that to my friends to plan for me.

Anonymous


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2013年7月12日 星期五

When is it OK to go to dinner with a married man?

Woman wincing

You know how one minute you're in a happy and fulfilling marriage and the next you find out that your husband of 20 years has been cheating on you with someone 10 years younger? Well I do. I went from country club wife and mother of high school students to a single, 39-year-old “cougar.”

In this weekly feature, I will share with you all the mind-boggling, head-scratching, is-this-someone's-idea-of-a-joke moments from my so-called single life. Consider this your private invitation to my tremendous learning curve…

My dear friend's dad is a hottie. He looks like Harrison Ford and at almost 60, he's a sexy beast. He loves to do many of the things I like to, and we work for the same company. He's also married (aren't they all!). Being married and my friend's dad, combined with the fact that I love his wife, make him off limits. Still “Rich” and I do things from time to time together, and he has no idea that I have the hots for him. When he calls to make plans to go golfing or fishing, he starts the conversation with “Hey Beautiful,” but that is the extent of any flirtation between us. He's also deeply religious and in love with his wife, so he remains someone I giggle about in my head, but I play the dutiful-friend-of-his-daughter when we are together.

One day Rich invited me to go golfing with his friend who was visiting from out of town. Because “Del” lives in a coastal region littered with golf courses, Rich said I might get an invite from Del to join Rich and his wife on their next visit. (I realize this is starting to sound a little Sister Wives, but I assure you, it's completely innocent.)

Since being single, I've had a hell of a time distinguishing between a guy just being friendly and a guy making a pass. I'm super friendly and flirtatious, but I typically don't mean anything by it, so I assume that's what others are doing.

When Del and I were in the golf cart together (Rich's idea), he kept yammering on about how great my posture was, how perfect my golf swing was, how young and beautiful I looked and I just kind of shrugged it off. Del is married, is Rich's friend and lacked Rich's appeal, so I had absolutely no interest in him.

Rich and his wife live in my neighborhood, so that night we all met at a neighborhood picnic and carnival. Del showed up, proceeded to sit down by me, and when I said I was going to get a henna tattoo at one of the carnival tents, he asked if I had any other tattoos besides the one visible on my arm.

Yuck. This was when I could tell the vibe was going from friendly to dirty-old-guy-in-a-trench-coat. This feeling went into overdrive when Del said that Rich and his wife were going to a movie the following night and could he take me to a nice dinner?

Del caught me flat-footed and I'm eternally polite, so I heard myself saying, “Uh, yeah. Thank you.”

Crap. Something about that made me feel excessively oogie. The next morning, I invited Rich into my office and asked him if I was making too much of things. I pitched my take on the situation and said, “Wouldn't his wife be upset if she knew that Del was taking someone to dinner without you?”

In his adorable “awww-shucks” kind of way, Rich said, “Yeah, I don't think she'd like it too much.”

Yay! I wasn't totally off my rocker. I called Del and nicely told him to get bent.

Miss B. Haved's Love Lesson Learned #29: It's not OK for a married man to ask you to dinner, but especially if he's miles away from his wife.

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2013年7月8日 星期一

Married with babies? Real couples share how they keep the spark alive

Keeping the spark alive in your relationship is a challenge once babies enter your lives. Thankfully, some couples have mastered this and are sharing their tips with us!

Happy family on bed together laughing

Marriage is your main priority until a little one enters your life. Then, all you want to do is sleep and take time for yourself. Romance normally falls to the wayside, but it's crucial for your kids to keep your marriage a priority. Here, real couples share how they keep the spark alive?— even when they're exhausted!

Ami has a 14-year old, a 5-year old and a 3-year old, yet maintains an incredible sex life with her husband. Her tricks include:

On weekends, tiring the kids out during the day to make sure they go to bed earlyPlaying jazz music at night in their room instead of turning on the TVOpening a bottle of wine or scotch to get the mood goingTexting each other during the day with stuff related to sexShowering together after the kids go to bedEvery once in a while, scheduling sex

We see why Ami and her husband still have romance in their marriage — they put in the effort daily!

Pamela and her husband had to think outside the box when they had kids at home. When the kids were little, they would put them to bed early or let them watch their favorite television show while she and her husband sat in the dining room with a drink talking and enjoying each other's company. As the kids got older, they would shower together or take a bath together in the evenings. This helped them maintain the closeness and stay connected as a couple even with the kids in the house.

Men can do their part by: Making sure their wife feels loved and appreciated. By offering a helping hand whenever possible, you're doing your part to keep your marriage a priority and expressing love to your wife.

Roland offers a few tips on things men can do to help keep the romance alive once a baby enters their lives. He advises men to show their wives plenty of appreciation during this challenging time of losing sleep and sacrificing her wants and desires to care for the family. Specific things men can do include:

Leaving her a note of gratitude and letting her know she is still sexy to youBringing home dinner or offering to make a meal for herTaking care of the baby once you get home from workPampering her with a massageBringing her flowersHiring someone to help clean the house

Men and women both agree that scheduling regular date nights is a must when married with babies. It may be easier to just take the kids with you, but then you're focused on the kids as opposed to each other. Other useful tips include:

Hiring a babysitter regularlyHugging and touching each other on a regular basisHolding hands in the car and while out in publicDoing fun things together outside of the houseHaving “maintenance” sex — or having sex even though you may not feel up for it simply to keep the emotional bond and connection going

We want to know — how do you keep the spark alive in your marriage? Share in the comments below!

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2013年7月2日 星期二

Experience: I married my childhood sweetheart after he lost his memory

When the phone rang and it was my childhood sweetheart on the other end, my first reaction was suspicion. Why?was Kevin ringing me? He had dumped me unceremoniously eight years earlier, preferring to play football with his mates than spend time with?me.

We were 14 when we met, and although it was just a light-hearted teenage relationship, I was heartbroken when Kevin finished with me over the phone after six weeks. I cried for days and would walk past his house hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But I didn't see him and had no choice but to get on with my life.

So when Kevin rang I wasn't bowled over to hear from him. Something else unnerved me, too – he sounded completely different. Older, yes, but also hesitant and unsure of himself, not like him at all. He explained that he was ringing because he had had a brain injury and lost his memory. His therapist had encouraged him to contact childhood friends who might help him patch together his past. My name stuck out when he was browsing through Friends Reunited. He thought we might have known each other.

"Known each other?" Was this a?wind-up? I found it hard to believe Kevin's story and I was more than a?little wary. I got a friend to ring his mum to confirm it and, yes, he had been knocked off his motorbike by a lorry and been thrown in the air, landing on his head. When he came out of a two-day coma, he couldn't recognise anyone – not even his mother – and he had spent eight weeks in hospital having to relearn even simple day-to-day tasks such as using a knife and fork. Gradually, his memory was returning, but there were still massive gaps that he hoped I could help him to fill.

My feelings towards him softened. I didn't feel attracted to this anxious, vulnerable person, but I wanted to help him, so we began to email and talk on the phone. He found that talking about one recollection triggered others and he was gradually piecing together the jigsaw.

After a few weeks we met up. The boy I'd known with surfer-style hair was long gone – the man who answered the door was stocky, with a shaved head. During our meal out, he was quiet and withdrawn, and we were both relieved when I?dropped him off afterwards. I later discovered that it had been his first night out in months.

The brain injury had shattered his confidence, almost literally. During the accident, Kevin's brain was knocked violently against his skull, leaving a deep gouge on the area that controls emotion. Kevin's personality had been radically affected and as his brain slowly rewired itself, he struggled with his feelings. So the awkward silences we'd had weren't due to simple social tensions, but because he was struggling to control a panic attack.

We continued to email and phone, and took to driving to old haunts. As I grew to understand him, my feelings changed. How could I?not warm to this sensitive, kind man? Once we visited the place where we had first kissed as teenagers, and I?reminded him of that. When he asked to kiss me again, I?was delighted.

I was due to go on holiday with friends, and before I left Kevin asked if I would be his girlfriend. The formality of the question made me laugh, but I agreed and our relationship began for the second time in a decade. At times it was very hard for both of us: Kevin struggled with dark moods and would cry often. He questioned why I would want to be with him and said he would understand if I?broke it off, but I could never do that to him. Before the accident he had been about to move to Spain – he had his whole future mapped out, but it had come crashing down. I knew I was one of the few things that buoyed him up during this time.

As the months passed, Kevin's mood stabilised and he didn't need my support so much, and our relationship became one of equals. Six years ago we married and?we now have three-year-old twins, Louis and Olivia. Kevin's memory is?back to normal; if he forgets something, like everyone does, we?laugh that he can't blame the accident, just old age. I?would never?say I?was glad Kevin had his accident, but I am so happy to be with the man he became because of?it.

As told to Emily Cunningham

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