Life goes on

We continue to see each other two days a week, when she’s traveling for work.  I’ve tried dating.  A very difficult task at 50.  One I’m not inclined to continue.

I’ve mellowed in my desire for a life with him.  I’ve become settled with the fact he will remain married.  He’s chosen his comfortable life with her over happiness with me.  He’s chosen 2 days of brief bits of pleasure over spontaneity and pure joy.

More importantly, he’s chosen to chance losing me as his lover, his mistress, his friend.