Thanks Mary for the comment.

It was as my old tshirt said

” Just another shitty day in paradise ”

😘

Paula…..I felt every word of this piece, deep from inside my safe space.
May you be happy, well and free from suffering.

Great write🙏🙏🙏

Penis envy in poetry….. how wonderful.
Funny as well.
😘

Hoi hoi
The Netherlands is a kingdom. If you don’t ask why, I don’t have to answer.
Not everyone is as enthusiastic about it.
Let’s leave it at that.

Both his parents were cruel. As they named him Willem-Alexander. Dyou think he has a chance of peeing his name in the snow!?!
So, to soothing a bit (suggestion from the spelling police…..) it’s not only the women who have to suffer.

Bringing my talent is OK, but bringing my empathy is better. That is what I am trying to do here.
Lovely write!
Kind regards, Gus

It’s not always great. Imagine being with a girl you’ve been wanting to f**k for a while. You finally get the chance, you purposely take things slow, you make foreplay last as long as you can stand, then just as you’re ready for insertion into that heavenly paradise, you go limp from nerves.

NO!!!!!! NOT NOW!!!!!

Oh yeah, it’s happened. Even porn stars have suffered from the embarrassment of it. 🙂

Sexy and funny….well done🙏

You made me tear up! I don’t know if I could be that brave. I just finished chemo myself. Breast cancer caught early. Lumpectomy. Radiation. That’s why I stopped writing at DUP the last couple months it was there. Just wrote for the first time a week ago and came here. I also fell in love for awhile. Nice guy. Great dog. Held me and went through stuff with me. I couldn’t take the “Are you ok?” even one more time. He was comfortable to be with. A week after my last chemo we stayed at his friend’s cottage. I realized that I was the only thing he had in life. And he focused it on me. I couldn’t be all that. He needs more than just existing. He had 4 good years in the 1990’s but the rest of his life has been being numb. His relationships were all female dominated. His mother and his ex-wife pushing him around. Even his sister who openly hates him. I hated to hurt him but he needs more. I need more. As nice as he was and is – it wasn’t enough for either of us. If my time is limited, I need more than hugs, a smile and “please pass the canned beans”. Writing this comment 2 days after the breakup has inspired a new poem. If I have energy, maybe a post for tomorrow. I did my three today.

Thanks Paula for your thoughtful comment.Im no expert in affairs of the heart but my experience in a long term relationship is that space is necessary.
If someone loves you ‘because they need you’….it ain’t love.
You’ve done the best thing for both of you