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2004-01-23 6:00 PM the big four - oh It's M.'s birthday and he's miserable about it. He's been miserable about it for weeks now, actually.
He's old. He's grey. He's overweight. His joints ache. He's falling apart. Why would I possibly want to stay with him? *sigh* Don't plant any ideas in my head, dear. You're pissing me off enough as it is. I don't know what to do. He doesn't want a party, he doesn't want to talk, he doesn't want sex, he doesn't want anything. My hands are tied (I even offered that). Everything's refused. Is this normal? I mean, he's never been fond of having birthdays, being quite content to act like a 16 year old for the most part. But this time, I don't know... He lost his father only a few months ago, I know that has to play a part in it. And 40 is the 'beginning of the end', as his pleasantly youthful little brother has pointed out. And his kids are pre- and teen-agers, so they aren't too inspired to sing his praises. And just maybe he's been married to the same woman for too long. jesus. What now? What do I do? Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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