Have You Ever Gone Through A Mid-Life Crisis?

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I can't say I've gone through a mid-life crisis myself. I've always been okay with my aging, and just grateful to be alive really. The usual story is a women who starts dressing like she's 30, and going to activities or concerts that target younger people. Men have been know to buy their first 'red Cadillac' convertible, to show that they are still youthful and have what it takes.

Did you ever go through a mid-life crisis? If so, how did you handle it?
 

Not yet. I think dh did when he bought his Harley in 2003 (he was 55) but it wasn`t really a crisis-just something he`d always wanted and it was "now or never". We had it for ten years,only rode occasionally,and when we moved to this place on a dirt road,we decided to sell it. Rode it enough to get it out of his system,we never crashed,so we figured it was a good time to get rid of it.
 
In 2006, when I was 56 and my husband 59, he had a brain haemorrhage, which trashed half his brain and changed our lives forever. My husband was the brains of our marriage, and now he finds it very hard to accept that occasionally I know best! I am much less patient with him than I should be and often wish that he hadn't survived, as he can't do anything of an academic nature anymore. That was his greatest love and it frustrates him terribly. Still one has to make the best of it. Fortunately he can be left to his own devices, so I can get on with the things that I wish to do, providing I feed and water him at regular intervals,:D he never did learn to cook or wish to do so!
 

Justme, your crisis was a tragedy and might make mine seem silly. I cashed in a small mutual and bought a very used MG Midget. It was a piece of junk but was fun when it ran...
 
I was still married when I hit my mid-life crisis at the age of 35.

I told my wife I wanted something fast, black and sexy.

She said, "You better be talking about a car".





Hence, how I ended up with my third Corvette ... :(
 
I went through my mid life crisis when I turned fifty. Bought myself a Mustang Convertible and now fifteen years later my knees won't let me get in or out. Anyone want to buy a car?
 
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I'd been hinting around to mama for several years that when I retired that I was going to get another motorcycle and when I did she'd just kinda shrug it off.

One day in June she ask what I'd done while she'd been at work and I told her I'd trimmed the shrubs, mowed the yard and went looking at motorcycles and that's when I got "The Look".........I bought a new gas Weedeater instead.
 
I think I'm going through one now...late. I still think I'm a teenager when I volunteer to push carts or load peoples' heavy stuff into their cars.

Then I come home and can barely move. I need to quit doing that.
 
Don't think so. Although in mid 40s I did go through a phase of concerts and youthful clothing with a then current boyfriend.
 
I think I'm going through one now...late. I still think I'm a teenager when I volunteer to push carts or load peoples' heavy stuff into their cars.

Then I come home and can barely move. I need to quit doing that.

Oh fuggedabout it. I remember loading mulch from aisle to cart to car and after the customer drove off I was all but hyper-ventilating. Just because we can still do heavy lifting doesn't mean we should. N' I still remember the little beast who had me fired. Able bodied and maybe forty. He's watching seniors do all the scutt work and do you think for a minute he might think to lend a hand to help? He's so well hated there I think one night after hours all the old timers will drag him to receiving and toss him in the box crusher
 
IKE said:
I'd been hinting around to mama for several years that when I retired that I was going to get another motorcycle and when I did she'd just kinda shrug it off.

One day in June she ask what I'd done while she'd been at work and I told her I'd trimmed the shrubs, mowed the yard and went looking at motorcycles and that's when I got "The Look".........I bought a new gas Weedeater instead.
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I know a few people who never got to live their 'Born to Be Wild' dream in the 60's with a Harley, and after they retired and had plenty more cash, they joined the ranks of middle aged bikers, - better late than never, I guess.
 
Only got rid of my bike last year, arthritis in the thumbs made clutch and brake too difficult.

That wasn't a mid-life crisis though, I'd had one since 1956!
 
I had a boss once who I believe was going through a mid-life crisis, he got divorced, bought flashy new clothes and the proverbial red sportscar and began to come on to me at the office (I was in my early 20s). When I didn't respond to his liking, he fired me. Later, the board of directors fired him. Ta tum.
 
fureverywhere said:
I think I'm going through one now...late. I still think I'm a teenager when I volunteer to push carts or load peoples' heavy stuff into their cars.

Then I come home and can barely move. I need to quit doing that.

Oh fuggedabout it. I remember loading mulch from aisle to cart to car and after the customer drove off I was all but hyper-ventilating. Just because we can still do heavy lifting doesn't mean we should. N' I still remember the little beast who had me fired. Able bodied and maybe forty. He's watching seniors do all the scutt work and do you think for a minute he might think to lend a hand to help? He's so well hated there I think one night after hours all the old timers will drag him to receiving and toss him in the box crusher
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Ouch! That's awful!

I came back in one day after pushing carts and found a very young assistant manager. I said, "It's interesting how you can run around here yelling at us CSMs and demand a fifty-three-year-old disabled veteran to go out there and push carts. I'm clocking out NOW and going home."

He said, "You can't do that! You have to finish your shift. Now get back to the front and do your job! You're the only CSM I have, so get on it."

I smiled sweetly. There was a notice on the time clock that we hourly employees were NOT to have overtime hours. I was already three hours over my 40 hours.

I said, "Sorry, I have to clock out so I don't have overtime. Did you not see the notice on the time clock? Here's my keys and my radio. You go do the CSM thing until *Someone* comes in in about thirty minutes. Have a nice day."

Dang stupid young managers. I'd love to have a mid-life crisis but I don't have time for it. Dang!
 
Cookie said:
I had a boss once who I believe was going through a mid-life crisis, he got divorced, bought flashy new clothes and the proverbial red sportscar and began to come on to me at the office (I was in my early 20s). When I didn't respond to his liking, he fired me. Later, the board of directors fired him. Ta tum.
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......I think that was my ex.
 
Dang stupid young managers.

I still say the best idea is the box crusher, the cardboard will soak up the nasty stuff, throw boxes on top and have it bailed and out before the next shift..." Funny how he just disappeared like that..."
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I got the MGs and other sports cars out of my system when I was young. Three months ago we traded the SUV for a four seat convertible. Between the two of us it is the 17th convertible we have owned and we are enjoying it. We are 81 and 80.
 
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