I’ve been a bachelor for most of my life -- sometimes out of choice, sometimes for lack of money, but I always had a hope that one day I’d find the right woman -- one who would accept me for who and what I am and be able to share her baggage with me. I struggle with that fear more than any other -- especially after being diagnosed with cancer. I worry that my pursuit of just surviving will render me unsuitable for marriage. And that’s how I get into my spiral of gloom. It’s like, if I’m not going to have a partner I love, is life even worth living? I love my brother and I know that he’s the only person who is supposed to matter to me, but I do confess that I resent being trapped with no good choices.
A mix to start and end your weekend!
The card is in the mail. God bless our postal workers!
she lost him but she found himself and somehow that was everything. (insp.)
New mix coming before midnight. Link is above.
My crazy little brother looks exactly like this guy. I’m not able to say my brother’s real name without his permission, so I just call him Bob.
Posting tonight at midnight.
It’s 10 a.m. on a weekday and all I’ve managed to muster is a few tweets and a light workout (i.e., no weights) at the gym.