The Wrong Question

At 16 I lay awake worriedly asking myself: “Does my ideal woman exist? What if I never meet her?”

At 25, having limped from a broken relationship, I lay awake asking myself: “How can anyone love one person for the whole of their lives?”

Tonight, with P away and scratchy with loneliness, I ask myself: “How could I live without her?”

After so many years, finally the right question.

16 thoughts on “The Wrong Question”

  1. Moooooobs. I thought I’d sent an email back to you in response to your comment on my blog, but then I realized that it was sent to “noreply@blogger.com” which is definitely NOT you. So can you email me your email address please??? Perdy please? Thank you!

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  2. I think I know what you mean….

    At 16 I had similar thoughts.
    At 25, laying awake next to my then husband, who was horrible to live with, and mentally Ill with it, I thought…. “How can I stay here and love this one person for the whole of the rest of my life? That could be 40 years or more. I hope he dies before me.”

    Now I lay here and think “How could I ever be without Badger. Only when we are together are we ever really whole”

    You know when its right. You can’t explain it, but you know.

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