Saturday, July 07, 2012

Two Dozen

That’s how many years W and I have been married – 24 – as of this past Wednesday.


That seems long enough sentence, doesn’t it?

Apparently not.

Every time I start thinking about giving him the final boot, something stops me.
Finances…
Health…
Fear…
Excuses…

Sometimes it’s just easier to deal with the hell I know rather than the ones I don’t.

Do other people go through life like this?
Is this how life is supposed to be?

I am way too stupid to have the answers…

4 comments:

Rosie said...

I do know what you mean. Wish I had a good answer for each of us. I made my decision and now am always wondering how it might have been different. Good to see you posting.

Stinkypaw said...

Haven't been around for a while and must say I'm somewhat surprised to read you're still with W and yet, at the same time, I'm not.

Trueself said...

Stinkypaw - yeah I feel the same way about it...

Val said...

Can you believe this fall it will be 10 yrs for P & I ?
Seems so long ago that I told him I wanted Maui, but of course w/economic uncertainty I'm not holding him to that...