July 28th, 2009

(I should apologize upfront for my love of old country music lyrics. Chances are you’ll get them a lot.)

In the spirit of full disclosure, I should point out that I’ve been part of a commuter couple before. My first husband and I met in London, England. This was back in the early 1990s where the only way to communicate was to run up enormous phone bills and to send snail mail (perish the thought!). Very few people had an email account. There was no such thing as phone plans with reduced cost minutes, certainly no IM or Skype.

I was very young and naïve back then. I thought love could conquer all.

We spent 6 months together in England. Then six months apart when I returned stateside. We married disastrously, and divorced within three years.

To say that I wasn’t thrilled twenty years later to be back in a long distance relationship was the understatement of the year.

I’d like to think that age has made me wiser, more accepting, less judgmental….

Who am I kidding? No way am I wiser, more accepting or less judgmental.

This time around I realized that long distance relationships take work, commitment, and a willingness to let go and trust the other person.

If you can’t trust, you’ve got nothing. You can make book on that. (See old police shows for that reference: another love of mine.)