Some people have punching bags. I have my blog. I’m looking for is a way to pop the emotional zit that gets larger and takes up more space than it should whenever I try to pretend it’s not there. Time to get popped bitch. My present life? Can’t ask for more without being greedy. Situations have changed in my work so that I no longer need to barricade myself behind a sign, or dread the opening of my office door. So that’s good. Our home is slowly but surely taking on the look of a couple living there, and my relationship is the kind where fighting is anticlimactic. We get annoyed. We go to our separate corners. We come back and appreciate that there is literally no drama. It’s kind of weird and honestly I’ve considered going back to my therapist to help me accept that I’m in an adult relationship with a fully grown man. Which requires me to be a fully grown woman. Dammit. Am I happy? I am satisfied. ...
Ramblings of a 50something woman