I've been having trouble lately figuring out exactly what these feelings that I'm having are. To make a long story short, I have a good life but I can't help but sometimes feel that something is missing. I often think of how nice it would be to be single and do what I want when I want, not have to worry about household or family responsibilities, and things of that nature The only person I've "been with" is my wife and I find myself curious about what it would be like with another woman.
I'm trying to sort all this out without going crazy. Aren't I too young for a midlife crisis?
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I don't hate my life. I hate myself.
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