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When I decided to marry at the ripe old age of 19, I did not
seek my parents’ advice. They thought it was a terrible idea (spoiler alert:
they were right) but they did not let on. Had they, I would not have listened.
And I would have been angry. I knew what I was doing.
At a certain age, we all become experts. We have advice for
friends, co-workers, acquaintances, and, of course, our adult children. Whether
married, divorced, remarried or never-married, we believe we know what everyone
else should do on these matters, and myriad others, from work, to end-of-life
choices.
Do we have a crystal ball in which we can see the future? I
think not. Do we believe we’re right? Yes, we do. Are we right? That’s open to
debate.
