I forget sometimes that the world is such a sad place. I'm dealing with personal stuff, and I wonder when suicide is acceptable. It's something I would ever do. But when you're old and dying and broken, is it possible to pass happily and easily alongside your wife and expect your family to understand that decision? I can't decide whether I condone that choice or whether I think it's shitty. It's hard to be impartial when you have to stay behind and watch everyone's heart break. It's hard to not judge people who were so wonderful in life. Sometimes I feel like I'll burn just for thinking anything bad...
On a happier note, today is my Mr's 30th birthday. Happy Birthday Mr.!!! I so look forward to getting old together, he's already starting to get gray hairs. I realize his turning 30 means I'm only a little more than 3 years off, which scares me. I so adore being in love with an "old man" (only teasing).
On a happier note, today is my Mr's 30th birthday. Happy Birthday Mr.!!! I so look forward to getting old together, he's already starting to get gray hairs. I realize his turning 30 means I'm only a little more than 3 years off, which scares me. I so adore being in love with an "old man" (only teasing).