I fantasise about my wife of 25 years dying. Time to my self. Drink what I want. Live the life. Do what I want. She went away for a week with her girlfriends. I was so bored and lonely it was unreal. I hope I die first.
I'm not sure how to take this. Ultimately there is no point in worrying about this sort of stuff: you can't actually do anything about it, it is just the tapestry of life.
Khleedril
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