I cannot tell you the reaction when I told my mother that I could not stand him. He brought me flowers and sent cards and love letters. My mother could not understand why I reacted the way I did. Alan would say there was no chemistry, and there was not. However, he could not get a girlfriend normally; he was shy and, as I said, very posh. We talked very “common.” I do not know what would have happened if I had met his parents but, of course, all my mother could see was “Lady Margaret,” the Lord’s wife.
As I was growing up she filled my ears with tales of princes and princesses who met, married, and were happy ever after. I thought I would be this way, but very soon I realized it was not to be this way. Every boy who came into my life I saw as my “Prince Charming,” but none of them acted like Prince Charming. I only had 3 boyfriends until I was 21, and they all treated me in a way that was certainly not charming. I, of course, allowed them to do this. There was no such thing over 40 years ago as women’s liberation set in motion. It had only just started, and a lot of women were afraid to burn their bras!
Finally I met my first husband. He was everything I could ask for in a Knight in Shining Armor or Prince Charming. He stayed that way for a few years until he changed. Then I changed, and our marriage began to tarnish – and then rust! We stayed together though, mainly for the children. I still hoped for my Prince Charming. I came to realize that men are different from women. Women want romance and kisses and the whole fairy tale thing, men want just one thing, to procreate and to have someone to take care of them. Of course, some are romantic and can give women the fairy-tale experience, but most cannot.