The amount of time I spent on my Union is mind numbing. I look at all the mornings in which I can now sleep, workout or talk on the phone just for fun if I want, and all the days I can spend writing for myself, playing or picking up a trip and I can't believe it took me so long to realize that the old theory "the back of one is the front of another" rings true for more than just old boyfriends.
I am beyond a slow learner. Relationship-retarded is a pretty good definition for my choices over the past 25 years or so. This last one served me especially well. What I learned is that I can't change anyone, I can't make anyone else magically happy and I had to quit that addicting habit when the bad consistently outweighed the good.
It's all good.
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