After steadfastly refusing marriage and children in favour of my own career advancement, I, at close to 46 and at the fag end of my reproductive life, am craving for my own ch... moreAfter steadfastly refusing marriage and children in favour of my own career advancement, I, at close to 46 and at the fag end of my reproductive life, am craving for my own child. I so often fantasise being a mother of twin boys of 20+. How I wish it were real! Do other professional women experience this trauma of deeply regretting their decision to forgo motherhood in their youth?
My ex keeps texting that she needs to get some papers from storage at my place.I told her to stay away from me because her wonderful self being near me makes me want to drink more.... moreMy ex keeps texting that she needs to get some papers from storage at my place.I told her to stay away from me because her wonderful self being near me makes me want to drink more.She's coming anyway.Would getting drunk and leaving our wedding picture on top of her papers all smashed up be too dramatic?
i wrote this poem after seeing this picture an hour ago;)) Forlorn BouquetWinter trees sigh with love in its wrapLove reaches the freezing point i... morei wrote this poem after seeing this picture an hour ago;)) Forlorn BouquetWinter trees sigh with love in its wrapLove reaches the freezing point in its sap,Summertime's murmurs are hushedlike autumn leaves lifeless crushed,Snow covers land with its hard crustQuivers of foregone love just burst,Half the night she wastes in sighsIn dreams she sees delight of skies,Locked eternally in orbital chaseImaginary hands held her in embrace,Time passes but no memory slipsBonded always no truth escapes,Bitter-sour-sweet all is undone,Bouquet of flowers twine as one;)) less
