My oldest brother and his wife were married almost 50 years, yes 50 years and as they both approached 70 his wife decided she wanted them to go their separate ways. He was 19 and she was 20 when they married and he was still a student so it was his wife who worked full time as a nurse whilst he carried on with his education. They didn`t have 2 halfpennies to rub together and when she became pregnant with their first child they moved out of their rented tiny terraced house and moved in with my parents so my Mum, my sister and myself could help with childcare. I was 8 when he married and 11 when they had their first child so the age difference between us meant we never really had a close relationship.
After he graduated he very quickly climbed the career ladder, he moved jobs many times and each job was better paid or better prospects than the previous one, the houses became bigger and more expensive and the distance between him and his working class background and his salt of the Earth parents and family became wider and wider. He worked all over the World, often for several months at a time, his wife never worked another day in her life and spending money on their lovely houses became her life`s work. She was quite content to spend her days looking for Antiques and supervising workmen or decorators etc making each house like something out of a magazine. The thing was their houses were never really homes. Their 2 daughters both left home quite young and neither of them seemed to have close relationships with either of their parents.
Eventually my brother retired in his early 60`s and their current house was a beautiful one in Cornwall and my brother joined the local Round Table, bowling club, golf club and did the odd bit of freelance work to keep his grey matter ticking over. He seemed quite happy enough but obviously his wife wasn`t. After years of having time and the money and the house to herself, she now had to actually live full time with her husband, something she hadn`t done since the early days of their marriage. She`d had years of him working away from home then returning for just a few weeks before travelling off again to another part of the World.
After just a few years of his retirement she dropped her bombshell. She wanted to sell the house and each of them move elsewhere alone. Nobody else was involved, my brother was in total shock and no matter how many times he tried to get a full explanation from her, the only thing she`d say was she was unhappy and didn`t want to live with him anymore. He dug his feet in for a while but things became so bad at home, he finally gave in and they sold the house. He moved to a bungalow in Devon with his share and she bought an apartment in Bournemouth with her share.
They`re both approaching 80 now and technically they are still married, they never divorced and neither of them took another partner. They talk to each other by phone mainly to chat about their daughters and grandchildren and once in a blue moon he`ll visit her but she never visits him probably because she no longer drives. Ironically both of their daughters emigrated abroad, one lives in Canada, the other married a man in a similar job to her Dad`s so has lived in America, Bangkok, South Africa and is now settled in Australia where they have been granted citizenship and have no intention of returning to the UK. My brother is alone and hundreds of miles from me and my younger brother, and thousands of miles from his children and grandchildren. His wife is in a similar situation and has no living siblings. My late sister used to worry about him and even more so when he suffered poor health and had to have a triple bypass. She was just 3 years younger than him so they grew up together then after a big gap I arrived and then my youngest brother.
It all seems such a waste, a lifetime of climbing the career ladder, of moving up and up the housing ladder but he`s turned out to be the loneliest of us all and so has his wife. Nobody near them, and even though I speak to him by phone and email him, and he has an open invitation to come here anytime, he doesn`t. I asked him bluntly one day, what if you die and nobody knows and who will let me know and how do you think I`ll feel knowing you were alone ? I`ve even suggested he sells up and moves nearer to me because he has nothing keeping him in Devon but he won`t. He just says he`s fine.
His wife got what she wanted ie to live alone but sometimes getting what you want isn`t a good thing and in my mind they have both ended up emotionally poorer. I guess I`ll never understand people.