So, I was doing one of those things today that usually gets me in trouble. I was thinking.
My thinking led me to the clear determination that everything costs something. Absolutely nothing in life is free. Just by stopping to read this, you are exchanging a few minutes of your time for this blog. This, of course, would lead us to consider, "Is the price I pay worth it?"
I've been thinking about this a lot in conjunction with the idea of me in a set. I don't like to share. I don't like to admit when I need help, and most of the time, I would rather just do it myself. Typically I break a lot in the process, but it eventually gets done.
I do, however, peruse Facebook pictures and envy white dresses and dashing men in uniforms. I can't help but imagine from the photos that they are experiencing the utmost of marital bliss.
A little stone knot usually starts forming in my chest until I remember the men I've "happily" lived with. I know how we looked together to everyone else and remember how miserable I was from the moment I took the keys out of the ignition and began to walk toward the front door.
I weigh these feelings I had everyday against the ones that bubble up every once and a while. I think I'm better off.
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Mucho liko and agree-o. Not sure why I'm talking like that, but okay-o. From Laura-o
ReplyDeleteYou should be a writer. I really felt the miserableness there.
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