My cups empty
I have about a 1 hr drive to work every morning. This morning I woke up in a bad funk. All the way to work I kept thinking about how many years I have left to live my life out with the love of my life(whomever that may be). I could see myself finally having the happiest years of my life with very few left. Ive always been the dependable, loyal one but, my cups running out. Patience has been my middle name my whole life. Always patiently waiting for the equal reciprocation in a relationship only to be taken from. I have very little to give but..I'm so tired of feeling lonely.
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I still want to dump the love of my life on the days his shit is especially stinky, but. . . Still having days where I am glad I didn't, too.
Sigh. . . Where's my asshole-free Prince Charming? I still reserve the right to keep kissing toads on those stinky days, just in case my asshole-free prince charming is in there. Especially cute toads still might get kissed on one of Hubby's good days, too. I'm married, not buried.
Or am I lost in metaphor again? ? ?
I think good things happen when we least expect them to so don't lose hope!
God Bless.