I sure hope this is fiction! Fat or not, this guy is a sad excuse for a man. I’ve never understood why some men treat their wives so terrible. A mistake I’ve seen in my life is that of assuming the children of a bad person will be bad, too.

Paula
Maybe, you’re looking in the wrong places.
Looking outside ones self for happiness is what most of us do and it just never works.
Happiness is illusive and impermanent so I settle mostly for contentment which is made easier when I have all the material things required for a decent life.
Not everyone is that lucky and their happiness/contentment might just be having a hot shower or quick sex.

Hope this doesn’t seem like a lecture.Its really only expressing what I have learnt.

Have a nice day.

Moral of the story: Never get married.

I’ve never been able to define love.The romantic concept of love is our BS…mostly.
For me,love is characterised by selflessness (but not always).The ability to put someone else’s needs before your own.Love comes from the most unexpected places.Like, doing the laundry, cleaning the bathroom,sharing the load.
It’s nice to know that others,like yourself,are not afraid to ask what love is.
I read something once that said:
Love is the absence of Fear.
Fear is the absence of Love.
🌻

Captivating .. and most original .. I was hooked and played fairly and squarely from one end to the very other .. Indeed, I am glad I felt compelled to check in & stop by .. All Good Things and write on brother M.E .. Neville 😎👍

It’s pieces like this gives food for thought, they seem to relate and then they don’t. Tight work dude

I do enjoy the back-and-forth of a conversation. The last line made me say, “Aww.”

Well written M.E The story was compelling and lovely in it’s delivery. Great job

Cleverly penned, ME. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I like that! Indeed it was both best and worst times. Thank you so much! “)

This is much different than mainstream and I like it. Well written.

This feels like intimacy remembered through frost — awkward, tender, human as hell.
The beauty is in the fractures: jokes, longing, missed timing, love that never quite learned how to land.
Quietly devastating, and honest enough to sting.