How refreshing to read something not man-bashing and hate-mongering! Also refreshing are the comments (apparently many of us have the same takeaway).

I got married at 51, and as much as I loved my single life, I count my blessings every day that I found someone to love and love me back.

Don’t think I didn’t go through hell to find love though. I suffered through a lot of go-nowhere relationships and disappointment and could've become bitter and jaded, but made a conscious decision not to.

Many people on Medium seem to be stuck in a negative echo chamber of blame and finger-pointing. There’s so much anger and hostility it breaks my heart.

Love is not the enemy, and good men exist! If you need reminding, read this article again until it softens your heart and restores your faith.