No, seriously, hope me.
April 24, 2010 9:00 PM Subscribe
I'm disillusioned, and I hate it. I'm not, by nature, a cynical person but I think I'm turning into one. At least where matter of the heart are concerned.
posted by madred to Human Relations (27 answers total) 14 users marked this as a favorite
Some part of me keeps offering up seemingly "rational" thoughts about the unlikely chances that I can ever really fall in love again.
This is what it sounds like in here: you're 36. You have two kids and the stretchmarks to prove them. Divorced women are statistically less likely to remarry. You live in a small town and you can't move. You're in a statistically small group of intellectual peers from which to choose. What are the chances of you actually finding some superfantastic man who loves you *and* the kids? And here? In this place? You'll have to settle with someone who is ok but not great. You shouldn't think about love at all and just learn to like being alone. No one is ever gauranteed love, especially anything grand. You should love yourself but don't expect anyone else to. .
The problem with this voice, although it's Vulcan like appearance is somewhat appealing, it isn't mine. It just sucks the life right out of me. I don't obsess about it too often. I'm seeing someone just for fun, I have two careers that both keep me occupied, 3 counting the kids. But at night or driving in the car I find I have this visitor. How do I ge rid of it? Something else is possible...right?