Providence. Georgia, USA. “When I was younger I used to think I could be happy, I used to demand affection and respect. But as the years went by, so did my self-esteem. I started to realize life was not an American romantic comedy and I most certainly was not the heroine. More like the Latina who takes out the laundry, only less hot. I lowered my standards accordingly and started seeing people that I could barely stand. And by people, I mean this one guy who in the last decade paid me some attention. I thought, well, it’s one as opposed to none. Why not?
We have next to nothing in common, but hey, at least we are of the same species, not like other degenerates, who don’t even respect nature’s laws. It could be much worse.
Sometimes it is hard, especially when he humiliates me in public to compensate for his inferiority complex or when I have to tell my friends the truth that playing doctor with my neighbor at 6 years old was more exciting than our sex life. But hey, nothing is perfect, no relationship is amazing long-term.
Right now all I want is to enter adulthood’s normality of utter resignation and silent desperation. It’s time and I feel like I am ready. Maybe one day we will even have children. I know it’s not ideal, but at least I’m at the bottom of the barrel now, resting.”