...or so they say. Well, what about the wounds that are below the surface? The ones that no one can see, but you can feel? The ones that ache to be noticed so that the hurt stops?
I need to hear someone tell me that everything is going to be alright, that what I'm going through is just some kind of phase; a mid-life crisis if you will. In the past, my blog has been fun; even entertaining; lately, it has been a bulletin board, tacked full of my own complaints. That's me...the Mid-Life Crisis Poster Child.
I thought this only happened to men in their 50s? Well, I think I'll sleep on it. I'll wake up, tomorrow will be a new day, and I won't be such a party-pooper.
11 years ago
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