Life seems to be on hold right now. At 61 I’m looking at long days, lonely nights, and constant criticism.
I’m not sure how to tell someone I love dearly, enough. I’m not sure how to tell someone I love that what they give back isn’t enough. I’m not sure how to tell someone I love that what I do is because I love them, not because I am obligated to them. I’m not sure how to get someone who needs help to seek it from those who can give it.
So many insecurities. So few answers that won’t result in someone I love being hurt.
There is good in my life. I’m trying desperately, to focus on that and make it the high point of my days. The good in my life is my son, Paul, and my daughter, Jessi. Without them I’d be ready to give up. Period.