The shifting from depressed shell, to the one of optimist is fatiguing. To say I have perfected the art of deception is an understatement. Having the semi-permanent smile etched on my face is "natural" and all enveloping.
Moods flit from high belief, in the future pathways to happiness, to the deepest trenches of pessimistic sadness.
The family responsibilities saturate my pores and suffocate my inner hopes for my wife and I, to enjoy the quickening flight of our nether years.
How is it, that those who find it so easy to encourage the creation of responsibility for others, can feel obliged to expect greater commitment to fulfil their own lives? It is clear that such people misunderstand their demands on their parental seniors. Giving little accommodation to the strain felt, as life passes by.
I feel it critical that I release some of my anguish, to the page, if only to vent some of the frustration that I feel. Leading my beloved wife into our latter years was to be a gradual stroll to contented satisfaction and mutual enjoyment of the freedoms that only "older" life can give.
The current commitments that engulf us, are stifling our love for each other and making each day so difficult to enjoy.
Here's hoping that my next comment will indicate a bettering status and a rosier future for us?
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