My worst fear in life is one that many of us have: I don't want to die alone. I used to think this meant sharing my life with someone. How selfish is that, sharing my life? And what of the other person sharing theirs? Because of this attitude, I have come to terms with the other reason why my marriage failed. I find it difficult to live with someone else, especially if they constantly want to be somewhere else, anywhere else, but not with me. You're either with me or you're against me. I'm a bit selfish in this. I'd like to be able to turn my back on you without getting a knife between the shoulder blades. I want my stuff, I want my space, and I want that space organized. Yes, I am a bit anal as well.
Is it really necessary to find a “special” someone, in order to find happiness? In this follow-on to my previous post, “All the Wrong Places,” I continue my humble line of thought and, again, I hope you will share your constructive thoughts, as well. To continue reading this second offering, please follow the attached link: All the Wrong Places - Again
