Bitter Acceptance
The weekend feels just like any other weekday now that I'm just bumming around.
The only difference is perhaps I do not workout on the weekends cos' the gym and the pool is just crowded.
Other than that, everything else is pretty much the same.
I'm still the latchkey child...I'm still alone at home. Even during the weekends, HamSam works. So I'm with myself.
I no longer look forward to the weekends. Funny how having too much time is becoming a bane cos' the once coveted and cherished weekends are no longer that alluring.
I can't complain...cos' I will regret it the day when I start working.
But who is there to carp to anyway?
Acceptance is the best recourse.
Today is the 2 yrs 8 months anniversary of my relationship with him. Not like it's the jinxed 7th year nor the seemingly "complete" 5th or 10th year. Its merely the 32nd month that we are together. There's no cause for celebration much less remembrance...
I need to get away somewhere...this is driving me crazy.
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