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Originally Posted by tufan
, not caring about his mind or his health, makes it hard for me. I stay fit for myself but also to motivate him. It hasn't worked so far. I can't stand seeing men. If they look at me approvingly, I feel aggression. I guess simplistically, I feel like "where were you before I met fail??" I don't know how else to say it.
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That statement is a classic and I've certainly felt that way, before when married, and a little carryover into the beginning of my divorcee years.
The post is raw, honest and though unenviable, relateable.
Reminded me, of some of the statements my grams friends have said. Tolerable conpanionship, rife with sacrifice. They live out widow years, grateful for independence, yet wistful they'd had it, to begin with. Unashamed and unabashed.
