Life happens and sometimes it sucks. Life is so unpredictable and you go through it and and are relieved when nothing drastically bad happens to you. You have it hit close but you’re out of it’s reach. That’s how it was for me until I heard something that hit me unexpectedly and it was not good. The only woman I have ever truly loved and the mother of my wonderful children, told me tonight that she might have the C. It is frustrating and upsetting to me. She is only thirty-two.
So why am I bothered by this? Because regardless of anything, I don’t want her to have to go through this ordeal. I know it’s fightable and as long as they caught it early, it’s entirely possible she’ll be okay. I know this. I just don’t care because I don’t want her to go through it. Honestly, I always pictured me being the one something like this happens to. I’m the one that’s hardly ever sick, or broken a bone and stuff. To me, it’s not fair.