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It's not all bad. It's not even that bad. Plenty of people in the world have real problems. I do have a beautiful son, and I just ate a wonderful burrito, and I get carded in the grocery store at 42. I'm really not bitching and whining. My facts sound harder to other people than they feel to me actually.
I really don't want an ideal in another person, I've lived a bit too long to seek or expect that. Other people are fun at best, and that's not trying to sound like Henry Miller, but just expectations tempered by experience. Love is a type of fun, and it runs out same as any other, though it can be blinding while it's hot.
That doesn't mean we should put up with stupid shit from other people indefinitely though. Sure they don't have to be perfect, but at some point, less than perfect can turn into waaaay less. The hard part is when they're still really good in bed or at holding you when life hurts.
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