I can smile though I feel like crying
I can fight, though I don't really feel like it
I'll keep living although dying seems easier
But I'll be damned if, at almost fifty years old and nothing but failed relationships with people at least as fucked up as I am if not more so, and psychic vampires, emotional abusers, and predators, and even one that raped me, I will ever again do that "love" crap. Fuck that shit.
I love my son, I love my animals, I love what few friends I have even though they are far away, and I love my annoying family.
Romantic love, as far as I am concerned, is the biggest fucking crock of shit in the Universe. It worked out for you? Great, but that isn't the norm. Don't try to shove it down my throat that I "need" a romantic/sexual partner to be complete. That's straight up crap right there.
Bitter? Why yes, I am. And it is not your business to tell me not to be.
