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Nostalgia Ain't What It Used To Be

Back when I was a much younger man, I never imagined that I would end up devoting so much of my time to careful grocery shopping, cooking, and other such domestic shit. I got spoiled in the 23 years of my first marriage because my wife (now named the miserable fucking cunt) took care of everything. Ditto for my second marriage to Elizabeth (now named my favorite ex-wife) who used to make apple pie that would make you believe you died and had gone to heaven. My current love interest and I have a long-distance relationship, so there's no cooking. Anyway...

Back before my last Re: Nostalgia Ain't What It Used To Be

back before my last relationship imploded, no...Exploded, I had a rather good selection of spices and herbs and cooking supplies. I was working a three month on-three month off rotation, and I relished being able to cook for myself. When I had to kick her out (while I was in South Africa, a Merchant Mariner's worst nightmare...) She took EVERYTHING. And I mean everything. She left me with ONE butter-knife.

After that, I stopped trying. Granted, I don't get home much anymore (These past couple of "hernia" months are a complete anomaly, the ship I work on has NO rotation.) Now? I just get take-out, and keep enough extra in the 'fridge to satisfy any late-night urges.

Last night, the girl and I went out for Sushi, but from thursday until Saturday I was living on a half-pint of white rice.

And you know what? It really didn't matter all that much.

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Being in love is a bitch. The big challenge--one I'm struggling with--is to understand that true love means you don't ever expect anything in return. "Love is as love does." That's not from the movie Forrest Gump where "stupid" is the key word, but from a guy named Peck who wrote a book entitled The Road Less Traveled. He says love represents "The will to extend one's self for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth." Love is not a feeling, but an action. How you behave. As I say, it's a tough struggle. I spent decades seeking reparations. Not good.

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