Hi to all that we love and live without!
This is ongoing, so the end of this true story is still unfolding as we speak. I really don’t know where to start, so how about when it started to unravel. That, my friends, started about the day that I could no longer earn a living working my job. She (Irene) knew that I would work until the day came that I could no longer keep up a forty-hour workweek. I thought that would be like going home for a real honeymoon after thirty years of marriage. I was dead wrong. I was overweight, run-down, tired, and frankly our sex had ground to a halt. Yes, I had a lot of health problems. But I thought we were still somewhat close. Ha ha!
Well, things got a little better. We went on a diet and I lost weight, and Irene lost weight too. I also had an operation to make my manhood work like brand new. Since I could, I started to think that with the new lotions on the market, we could really have a really hot, sassy sex life. Oops! Boy was I wrong! After one encounter or two, she showed, um, no interest. I asked a little, but she got really upset over questions. She said she had problems with her bladder dropping. Well okay, I guess, but years ago she would always make sure I knew she wanted me, but not now.
Now I have seen this show before and it usually means someone wants something or someone else. But they don’t have the game plan together. In today’s times you can’t tell if it’s another guy or a gal, which would be hard to find out anyway.
My plan is to live and let live, while making my plans to move on down south of the border. She knows this, and I will not ever file and will do what I can to help money wise (no kids involved). So we love and live without each other as this house is cold as Russia and U.S.A., or U.S.A. and China. So do you get the picture? We are under one roof, still.