ptcruiser51
Well-known member
Mom and Dad were right
For once... "The best years of your life are your 30s, but you won't realize it until you're in your 40s" How very true for me.
I was scared to death of turning the big 3-0, but found after awhile that things in my life were pretty much OK. Job was stable and secure, I had an other half I truly loved, no money worries, good health, lots of friends.
Then unfortunately things went sour, real fast. I don't want to recount horrors of the AIDS, but I literally could have accomplished the same by tearing my address book in half. Gone, gone, gone. Three funerals in one week I can recall. Discrimination once thought wiped out reared its ugly head almost overnight.
Comes 40. How I "dodged the bullet" I'll never know. More losses. Finally, the worst sorrow of all, I lose my man to lung cancer. Ten years ago this past week.
Here I am at 57. Retired. No mates. No dates. Someone changed all the rules while I was in my LTR. Something called the "Sunshine State" stole my few surviving friends. Tail-lights down I-95, never to return.
So I put on a smile and an orange apron and sell Maytags at THD. It helps. But I never, ever thought this was how it would turn out.
Mom & Dad were right.
I've lost my youth, my looks and my waistline, but still have my health, my hair (Clairol #28), my teeth and my sense of humor, so I guess I haven't lost it all.
I'd post a photo if I knew how to do it. I don't have access to a scanner.
For once... "The best years of your life are your 30s, but you won't realize it until you're in your 40s" How very true for me.
I was scared to death of turning the big 3-0, but found after awhile that things in my life were pretty much OK. Job was stable and secure, I had an other half I truly loved, no money worries, good health, lots of friends.
Then unfortunately things went sour, real fast. I don't want to recount horrors of the AIDS, but I literally could have accomplished the same by tearing my address book in half. Gone, gone, gone. Three funerals in one week I can recall. Discrimination once thought wiped out reared its ugly head almost overnight.
Comes 40. How I "dodged the bullet" I'll never know. More losses. Finally, the worst sorrow of all, I lose my man to lung cancer. Ten years ago this past week.
Here I am at 57. Retired. No mates. No dates. Someone changed all the rules while I was in my LTR. Something called the "Sunshine State" stole my few surviving friends. Tail-lights down I-95, never to return.
So I put on a smile and an orange apron and sell Maytags at THD. It helps. But I never, ever thought this was how it would turn out.
Mom & Dad were right.
I've lost my youth, my looks and my waistline, but still have my health, my hair (Clairol #28), my teeth and my sense of humor, so I guess I haven't lost it all.
I'd post a photo if I knew how to do it. I don't have access to a scanner.
