The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my never ending search for ‘happy ever after’ on my parents, who with the best of intentions invariably reared me on the “Fairy Tale Factor”.
It was easier in my 20’s. Mr Right had hair; his own teeth – I could search in the 20’s man pool. Now, my toe has to slink into the 50’s pool. And when you finally find one that meets the minimum requirements, humorous, can string a sentence together, you don’t physically shudder upon meeting; you find out they don’t come with baggage – they come with whole other thing. A veritable harridan of a wife who hasn’t quite made it to the ‘ex’ list as yet; and she is clinging to his back like a hump.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Anywhere but here…
I’m not sure I want to be here anymore.
I am the outsider in my own home. I feel as though any discussion that breaks
the barrier of “Squeeze” family business; is just that. Family business.
Relationships do not work unless both people are equal participants. If one goes one direction leaving the other to bang their head on the wall..well, you're going to bleed. And it will bleed you dry until you don't remember yourself or why you're there in the first place. You must put yourself first if he won't. ---RC
Take back the night!!!
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The Velvet Gemini! (as opposed to The Scarlet Pimpernel)
The Velvet Gemini is far sexier than the Scarlet Pimpernel.
ReplyDeleteAnd taking the world back is just what I bloody need!
Relationships do not work unless both people are equal participants. If one goes one direction leaving the other to bang their head on the wall..well, you're going to bleed. And it will bleed you dry until you don't remember yourself or why you're there in the first place. You must put yourself first if he won't.
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Thanks RC. Bleeding is where I am at for the now.
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't see where I was when this started.
I don't see the person I started with.