Isn’t it interesting that we are willing in some way to settle, which is what I think the BF’s issue was here, that he felt at some level that this was what he was doing. I have a way of confronting myself about my own inadequacies, and am a bit brutal with personal responsibility. That can make men around me a bit uncomfortable, which is understandable. I own my shit. Often the men around me don’t. I hear your point, John, and while a part of me would love to have company, the other truth is that sometimes that company simply doesn’t serve us the way it could. And because of that, like it or not, to some degree we’re better off learning to enjoy our own company. That’s hard, but for the short term, it’s what I get to do for now. Who knows what will happen in the months and years ahead? There’s no telling. I just try to keep exercsing my sense of humor.

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