I think for a long time I have been trying to be someone I’m not. Not to impress anyone, not for any reason except that I want to be someone who I am not. Finally I think I’ve come to terms with myself, and my dreams, and I will realise them. I refuse to settle for less than what I want, and no one can make me, even if I have to go the long way.
No matter how many times she throws the phrase “midlife crisis” at me, I cannot forgive him. He’s a jerk who is choosing some strange woman over his children. There is no condition which should induce someone to do that. He should have been stronger. I want to tell him to “fuck off!” but I can’t because he has the money. Isn’t that a cruel twist? He leaves us and we’re not even allowed to hate him. At least we’re allowed to hate his family. Fuckwits.
I’m with you on that. Sounds really cruel.