A Different Love Story
BetsyG remembers an old suitor and a dear friend.
BetsyG remembers an old suitor and a dear friend.
BetsyG takes on the simple problem of answering the question, What Is Love?
Divorce has gotten a bum rap because, if you think about it properly, it’s really marriage that’s the problem. There has to be something wrong with the institution that it fails so often.
My friend Eddie warned me not to get too involved when I met someone who was too fresh out of his marriage. But how do you stop yourself from falling in love? I confess, that’s a lesson I seem unable to learn.
My parents got engaged after six weeks, and they’ve been married for over 50 years. Is six weeks—or less—a long enough courtship to lead into a successful marriage? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Hear BetsyG’s thoughts on the subject.
What’s the secret to happy love life, sex life, or marriage? BetsyG seems to know it all, and offers up a list of her “truisms” on the subjects.
I thought I only wanted to date men who were fathers. But when I started to see the childless Mr. S, my opinion had a major turnaround.
BetsyG had her heart broken–badly–and avoided love for years. She finally fell for someone, only to have him break up with her too. In this essay she ponders the question of whether she’ll go for it again, or if maybe loving and losing isn’t worth it.
I finally met someone I really liked. But he was a little too fresh out of his marriage for my taste. I should really learn to start listening to that little voice that says, “Company, retreat!”
If you’ve ever had your heart broken, you know it’s not easy to put your heart out there again. This essay is about BetsyG’s experience with heartbreak and the fear with which she faced the next potential love.

BetsyG likes to write even more than she likes to talk. Her essays have been published in the Boston Globe Magazine. She has children who would be horrified to be associated with her and her blogazine. BetsyG is a happy divorcée and, suffering from a bad case of arrested development, has no idea how old she really is; her deluded belief is that she's your age, whatever it may be.