reflection

I hope when I'm 56, I'll be with someone I love. It wouldn't matter whether I'm married to that person; I just don't want to be like her -- watching soaps, living vicariously through made-up characters just because she chose money over love.

It's not like I can't understand but I can't help feeling angry. It's one thing to live with a choice; it's postively unforgivable if you make others suffer for it -- especially your own children. To be honest, I'm not sure she wants her children to fare well in love; probably cuz she'll be jealous and can't stand the fact that she was dealt with an "unfair" hand in regards to her life.

If I can't find love in my lifetime, I hope I'll at least find success in something else.