Ok. I'm gonna pity myself for just a moment. But honestly, I don't mean it to evoke pity. It's just the way I feel sometimes, because sometimes the good guy does not win. Maybe it's because that I have always worn my heart on my sleeve. I grew up, raised by my older sisters. I have always loved and respected women. Yes, I have had many lovers. But some, so very few I have loved deeply. And I thought they loved me just as deeply. And those ladies, they were the ones who all broke my heart. Some went on to marry men who treated them horribly. I would have cherished them. Why does this happen? I have my own opinions. But what are your thoughts?
