I was so certain I’m never to return to this again…how delusional of me…I thought I have worked it all out and moved on and now the mere mentioning of my “pre-life” won’t have any effect on me…just as if somebody else’s life I’ve been watching for the last 24 years…yesterday I discovered how wrong […]
It is impossible to be perfect and to have it perfect too. In fact, scrap that, it is impossible to be perfect. Period. No matter how I might be proud of myself, respect myself, even love myself, perfect I am not. Never was. Never will. Gee, just one look in the mirror could’ve tell me
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I’ve been thinking lately how when I was married and had a husband “available at short notice” by my side, I used to rather dream of a hug, a kiss, a simple touch, the intimacy seemed to be missing from my life in the latest married years. Sex wasn’t, but it was just it. Sex.
