The Handyman
Victoria Ponte

Thanks Miracle ☺. I’ve been mulling a whole lot of that situation over (and over, and over). I’ve realized exactly what you said here.

I wanted a shared future with her. But not the future she was envisioning. A condo in the suburbs. Two cars in the driveway. Two people commuting off to their high paying, mindless jobs. Then coming home every night to a glass of scotch (to dull the pain of a dead existence). Wherein the only bright spot is the relationship.

I had that, for twenty years. But we also raised a family. And yet, I’d still do it differently if I could do it over again. I loved my wife. I love my kids. And I love this woman. But I need more for the rest of my life.

There’s not much time left. I refuse to waste it. Even for love.