And I am sitting here

beside myself, wondering, how did we

come to this tired impasse again?

Decide now.

Excuses are


Get up, my sweet


I love you

(just so you

know) but

love at 41 is different than love at 21,

my dear. I have

no energy to gaze adoringly, to

organize meals. I’m barely

prepared to drive everyone to

quality time apart from me.

Rest is what I crave.


Trust me,

U are still my first text message every day. Your

voice still makes me smile

when you hug me in the kitchen

xpecting more than I can give.

Yes, kiss me quickly, before I