Look at the figures below
The number of divorces in England and Wales in 2012 was 118,140, an increase of 0.5% since 2011, when there were 117,558 divorces
In 2012, 10.8 people divorced per thousand married population, a decrease of 19% compared with 13.3 in 2002.
The number of divorces in 2012 was highest among men and women aged 40 to 44.
For those married in 1972, 22% of marriages had ended in divorce by their 15th wedding anniversary whereas for those married in 1997, almost a third of marriages had ended by this time.
Pretty Grim figures aren’t they. These days marriage seems to be a dirty word, and according to the cynics or “realists” that surround us, having a successful marriage is either a question of dreamboat madness or shame, but thank God there are good marriages and relationships out there, and thank God they are still standing the test of time. So it is that, to offer both hope and solace on what can be a painfully lonely day, I offer you a couple of stories above love and warmth rising forth from loneliness, and of a better, and brighter future to come.
Are they sugar-coated, and awash with the scent or roses, no, for these are about real life, and real emotions, but, should you have the time and inclination to click on the links provided, I can at least offer you a dance, a tea or a coffee, and a Little Pot of Jam.
Story 1 The Little Pot of Jam
…..He was a man and she was a respectable lady. It was up to him to come over and see her, and it was his job to emerge, albeit shyly, from his shell.
She still couldn’t help smiling though as she watched him eating his teacake. It was like watching a little boy eating a jam doughnut. Glistening sticky jam oozed over his buttery and crummy fingers and as he ate his, face lit up in with a wicked yet seraphic grin.
“The older a man gets, the more he goes back to his childhood,” her mother had once told her, and as Sophie looked over towards Alan, she could just imagine him coming back from the bakers with a bag of fresh hot doughnuts, or joyfully running back home from school. Then she heard a gentle cough beside her, it was Mr Romano, the café owner, and, he was standing quietly by her side…
Story 2 Dance with Me
…It was Daniels aftershave, a subtle fragrance that she had often secretly enjoyed in the surgery, and as she turned though to face him, she saw his outstretched welcoming arms. She also saw his smile, and she heard his quiet yet insistent invitation, an invitation which she had always wanted to hear, yet never thought would ever come her way.
“Dance with me”
That’s all he said, just dance with me.
Three small words, very quietly spoken, and in the background Aaron Copland’s Saturday night waltz from his composition Rodeo. After a chaotically discordant start the main tune crept in almost apologetically.
It was a waltz, a sad, reflective yet beautiful waltz. Within its soft pulsating lilt and tumble, she could hear echoes of times of great hardship of an emerging nation, and both community and personal pain and loneliness. She had never been to America, to see the land that had inspired such wonderful music, and in her heart she doubted whether she would ever have the money or the opportunity to do so, but the music still called to her, as it had always called to her, ever since her early childhood, and right up until this present day.
After a moment’s hesitation, she took his hands, and allowed herself to be drawn in closer, before, as now a new couple, they gracefully danced across the floor….
If you enjoy reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them then I’ll be a very happy man indeed, but whatever you find yourself doing tomorrow, and whoever you may or may not be with, I hope you have a good day
Cheers everybody, and if anyone out there doubts the power of love, I beg you to play the you tube video below. regardless of whether we are single, married., or in any kind of relationship there is maybe hope within this video, and a message for us all.