I have come to a harsh realization, it has been more than 4 years since I considered myself happy with a woman for more than a few weeks. This has not all been my doing but the last several relationship failures can be laid squarely at my feet. Ok not all of then Irene was not my fault, and Ashley but really I don’t feel like I am approaching things with anything approaching an open mind. I find fault and fault and fault and I want out. As if I am such a prize.
I feel like I am, I am supporting and do my best to be a caring person. But I am an asshole too about alot of things. Its and odd dicotomy Nice and an Ass neither in sufficient quanity to arouse interest in the women folk. I am sad that things keep not working out but not so much that I am willing to change anything about me, I am ME dammit and I will change for no person.
But I have changed, I am the guy I am because I have been shaped by my friends (And Former Friends) into the dynamic creature of lunacy I am today. Not all of it good mind you but all in all I am doing pretty damn well.
The childern haunt me tho. Alot. I think of the family that could have been and I look at my solitary existence and I feel empty. I feel like what I want is different from most of the people I know these days and even from the people I date, I want a family I want to find someone who wants to have me for the rest of thier lives and raise the wee ones with me. But what I meet at school are young women just reaching thier pace seeking love and romance and affection. I want these things as well but they are not the modivator for why I seek women merely a pleasant side effect of it.
Fuck I have gone on like this before but in these wee hours, especially when I have been around those of my friends who share or shared something I am reminded. I am happy for them and their joy but in someways I am sad for myself.