I lay here in bed unable to sleep. Cold and alone. Still hoping after 25 years that the person who is now sleeping in another room, could be someone that she can’t be. Hell, I wish I could be someone I can’t be. I hold on to the situation I am in because in my heart I feel I am doing the right thing, as well as the fact that too much time has passed. I face each day knowing that the emptiness will remain, that I have to stuff and try to ignore my feelings/wants/desires for connection, affection, closeness, and feeling loved. Feeling alive. I guess that is my damage.

I am educated, a Dad, open minded, and enjoy discussing all kinds of topics. I enjoy athletics, DIY projects, fixing things and am much deeper than most people think. I can assure you I have a bit of a sense of humor and am not always this depressing 😂. If you think you may be interested in chatting with me I would love to hear your story.