Sometimes

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Sometimes she’s not a bitch, a trollop, a harridan or a whore.

 

Sometimes she’s not demanding, derisive or dim.

 

Sometimes she’s smart and funny.

 

Sometimes she’s bright eyed, big-hearted and has a voice that evokes memories of happy childhood you never had but wished you did.

 

Sometimes she is sweet and caring and worries about you even as you tell her it’s over.

 

Sometimes she holds you and holds back her tears because she knows you break just seeing a frown play across her face.

 

Sometimes she’s the only woman – out of a parade of trysts, failed attempts and two borderlines – to really care about you and bend over backwards to prove it.

 

Sometimes things just don’t work out.

 

Sometimes she’s wonderful but you’re just different people.

 

Sometimes you cry, off and on, for 12 hours even though you’re the same guy that fell off motorcycles, had his appendix rupture and didn’t shed even a handful of tears as they put your mother in the cold ground some merciless December just because – although the gal isn’t perfect – she’s the best thing to happen to you thus far.

 

Sometimes being the man means not wasting her time and fertility.

 

Sometimes being the man means hurting the woman you love most now so you don’t hurt her a 1,000 times more when there’s kids, a mortgage, in-laws and a million other chains that bind you far tighter and far longer than you’ll ever guess.

 

Sometimes you’re glad you wrote a book on how to avoid committing suicide because you’ll look like a serious asshole if you gargle a shotgun a few years after publishing it.

 

Sometimes you wish the whiskey and cigarettes killed you so you wouldn’t have to do this.

 

Sometimes there’s no good way; there’s just the best way possible.

 

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