A few years after my father died, my mom found a new partner and they stayed together for 22 years, until he too finally died. They each kept their own places, but traveled and danced together often, and stayed over at each other's, generally having a pretty good relationship. I didn't particularly like the guy, but he seemed to be good to her and made her happy, and that was what counted to me. I really applaud this wave of older women and their partners discovering what works for them.