With each passing year, marked pointedly with days called birthdays, I become less excited about the festivities and more burdened by the further realization of my mortality. As yet another 30+ year passes by, I can't help but be reminded that I am yet still unmarried and unable to maintain a love of any endurance. It is quite humbling to be reminded that at the end of it all, we really are all alone.
And as he has been doing for several months now, Superman continues to plague my thoughts as I continue to dwell over what exactly it is that I hope to gain from our relationship, particularly the new territory I feel it has recently entered. I am not bothered by wanting to try dating again, but I have always struggled with the in-between, the exact place we find ourselves constantly. I know I am still enamored by his presence, and I must keep that in check as we have begun to spend more time together.
So, my sincerest apologies for the morbid post today, but as one of my fondest students always says, "on the bright side," my Caribbean boyfriend sent me a wonderful birthday greeting.
Humiliation
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