At one time or another, I’ve thought I was going to grow old with every girlfriend I’ve ever had. Really believed it, and looked forward to it, and loved being a part of it. And then they’ve all left, decided they don’t want to do that, or at least not with me.
If I could have a happy life with someone and know that it would last, I wouldn’t have to bother with all this school crap and all this career crap. I could be happy with a minimum wage crap-ass job and regular blokehood if I was coupled off for good. I suppose that supports the social sciences research that says men do everything they do in life to try to find a woman, and once they find her, they settle down and become reliable, plumping underachievers. Well achieving sucks.
I’ve never hit a woman, stolen from a woman, cheated on a woman, or made her embarrassed to introduce me to her parent(s). I’ve always respected women. I grew up with women all around me. I love them all. Is that what’s wrong with me? Did I miss learning to become a proper man? I don’t know.
I do know that I hate heartbreak, it gets harder & I get older each time.