to be “just friends” with someone you’ve slept with, with someone you’ve been married to for 40+ years… it is bloody hard. No frigging wonder I’m losing my mind. But it is OK… at least I have that.
“Life comes at you in a thousand different forms, and you better be prepared to accept when it comes along. Because if you miss it, the years stretch out forever, bleak and lonely and meaningless.”
Quote from Alaska by James. A. Michener
We gave it a good run, her and I. 42 years counting the dating years. But it’s all over now. 42 years. I’m tempted to say that’s 42 years down the drain but it’s really not. They weren’t all bad years. And we produced 3 wonderful kids who gave us 9 beautiful grandkids. The bad yeras were all my fault. I didn’t know how good I had it. I do now. Tears…