Without...
Is this all there is? Nothing more to life: endless round of housework, exercise, and job. Job, not career – never was able to get a career going, they were all jobs, undertaken for the money, not love – a kind of soul prostitution when you think about it.
It wouldn’t be so bad if they appreciated what I do: the man who swore before God to love me until I died and the children I incubated, nurtured and grew inside my own body. But they don’t and without that, it’s not enough.
Without love, nothing will ever be enough.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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D.M. about 8 years ago
rings true!
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Liz Milne about 8 years ago
lol, thanks, I was having a bit of a pity party moment then! ;)
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Iarwain Olofsson about 8 years ago
Well, this has been part of my own life as well.
Only from the opposite position.
Returning from a week abroad work, starting to regenerate the household, someone hadn't had the time to keep in a tolerable state ...
Greatly written, Liz! -
Liz Milne about 8 years ago
Thanks Iarwain :)
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rik about 8 years ago
I concur, without love nothing is enough. Yet strangely, with love nothing IS enough!
