my father gave me two points of advice once:
1. never root against your husband's team
2. lower your expectations or you'll end up old, bitter, and alone.
My mother, recently, added her bits.
"I hope you don't have any kids. This world is messed up enough, and the Wallace line needs to stop."
Well, so that basically reinforced the notion that I'll be alone. Maybe that's why I suck at relationships. Cause I'm destined to be alone.
Maybe I should just stick to the game plan B of graduating & travelling.
I feel like I very much want a reason to grow roots and stay.
I'm about to go to therapy, maybe to see just what I'm running from.
I've woken up every day this week with the resolve to call my insurance company & find out what I've got covered... and still haven't done it.
Maybe my answer is not to listen to the advice of divorcees.