At the ripe age of 53 what IPosted: May 5, 2013
At the ripe age of 53 what I have finally realized is this: If I am not appreciated and accepted for who I am, faults and foibles included…not found that I am, overall, adored by my partner, and, of course, reciprocate all of the above in kind for said partner, then count me out. Tall order? Perhaps. But at this riper age I’ve finally realized that life is too short and too precious for me to spend my valuable time and energy loving a person(as defined above) who is unable or unwilling to reciprocate.