I didn’t want to do it, not because I wasn’t sure he’s the one nor for fear of commitment. We’ve been together longer than many of our friends. We’re committed to each other in every way but on paper, so why bother with the formality? Two words, health insurance. Happy tenth anniversary to my lobster!
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Born naturally shy, I feared adults. Embarrassed by my slow quiet responses she talked for me throughout my childhood and into my teens. Others urged her to stop, but she cut me off anytime I attempted independence. Fine on my own, but with her, even into my twenties looked to her to field simple questions.
Behind the 55 – This 55 takes a side step and gives more background info for my confusing series.
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He’ll leave the room and then meow as if he’s lost. He whines incessantly. There are days I want to drop kick him down the stairs.
But on quiet nights when I want company, he’s there, always. As if he’s my regal protector. The bastard is just trying to make me feel guilty isn’t he?
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Secrets turned out to be lies and when I pointed my condemning finger in the wrong direction, I was made to look the fool. “It’s not as bad as you make it out.” I was told by the same person spreading rumors. I didn’t know better, confused and bewildered I still stuck to their side.
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It’s not special to everyone. It isn’t a national holiday, but many other have the same connection I do to this date. Along with all the grey hairs, it’s another maker that more time has past. Today I’m another year older. It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to. I am thirty-three today.
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