Yeah, I may die alone, but so have many people with partners and even marriages.
I may enter the realm of dying without them or without kids to look out for me, but, I'm not alone there, again.
I have no attachments. No hostages to fortune.
No wading through relationships only to hit booby-traps years, even decades, later.
The sexual, emotional and physical abuse made me learn aloneness, and an acceptance, even a sometime embrace of it.
Looking back over decades, at women in whom I had some interest at times, and it didn't work out?
I'm OK with that.
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