My father is sick again.
My father is still sick.
My father is sicker.
He is terribly sick, and has been for a long time.
I am sure he is sick of being sick.
It is hard for me to admit it, but I am getting kind of sick of it, too.
I feel guilty about that.
It kind of makes me feel....
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Life is full of surprises. This blog (and its predecessor, misterniceguy1960) was originally created for me to advertise for a lover. Later, it served as a brag-diary about my sexual exploits. Now, I am committed to a monogamous relationship with my wife. Surprise.
1 comment:
I know the feelings. My father was sick almost my whole life, from puberty on, until he died and I grew up. Knots. Like your blog.
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