Let alone have the ability to be happy with another person. Looking back, I think my soul was broken. How could I put it through another meat grinder? I didn’t think I could survive it. Because if I dated then I was setting myself up for failure and another broken heart and I’d had too many already. Life would get a bit kinder and I could be happy. Maybe if I accepted right then and there, I’d just be an old cat lady, then I’d be better for it. My whole world seemed to crash around me on a variety of levels and I decided that maybe love just wasn’t for me. A bit more jaded about life and love and then one day I gave up.

I used to wish that I might meet my life partner young like they were because then I’d have my whole life to spend with him.Įvery break up a bit more discouraged. Even when it was rough, they still showed an amount of affection I could only ever dream of one day having. They were always touching each other affectionately there was a lot of love in our house. There are a lot of things I want to say about the weekend but first I keep thinking about a song.ĭuring the ceremony, my friend’s niece sang a song, one of the lyrics was, “bless the broken road that led me to you.” More than 24 hours later, this is the part which keeps ringing in my head. I was honored to be invited, despite my own apprehensions about going. I went to a wedding this weekend for someone quite dear to me.

The broken roads