I’ll never forget it, how he showed me around our first place like he was introducing me to myself: This is the wine you’ll drink, where you’ll keep your clothes, we vacation here, this is the other language we’ll speak, you’ll learn it, and I did. Adulthood seemed a series of exhausting obligations. But his logistics ran so smoothly that he simply tacked mine on. I moved into his flat, onto his level, drag and drop, cleaner thrice a week, bills automatic.
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As a single, older man, I found this essay both beautifully written and insightful. Thank-you!
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This is an excellent essay, and it's shocking to see how hatefully it is derided and how many people are in denial of the reality the essay bravely takes on. In terms of mating,
Sometimes, on a dewy summer evening, when I am standing on the balcony of my storybook castle in the deep and scary woods, I almost can’t believe my luck. And yet, it isn’t luck that brought me here, but a series of intelligent decisions—decisions any woman would be advised to make if she wants to live a life as enchanted and carefree as mine. For while the women of the village are scrubbing pots and eating cabbage and hanging their clothes out on a sad little string, I am over here enjoying a nonstop happy ending, all because I did the wise thing and married a prince who was turned into a beast by a witch and then transformed back again.
🤩🥰 it's everything I hoped it would be from the URL!!! thank you ❤️