Love Life Loss

In that order I guess.

For you, maybe not sweet man. I think it might have been loss and life and then the love.

A simple summary of your existence; the compromise which continued from sometime around August 1990 - the continuial ersoion of your choices - by your own hand at times, and the clinging to the hope of some kind of new love, which arrived in the form of your only son.

And then it was not enough to sustain you; try as you might there was no easy exit from that impasse; and so you persisited. At that point you knew, as you atested to more than just me, that you were done. Your hopes for an improvement did not bear fruit and your attempts at bringing things to a better place just met with more resistence.


In summary, at this point you were lost. In too deep to make extrication easy and not strong enough to face what you knew would be the onslaught from she who would see this as a betrayal.

And your efforts at forming a new and love-filled relationship further exacerbated the pain and hurt; for all concerend I would say now.

You lost. We lost.

Endgame.