tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171296868274970791.post7715055752935838882..comments2023-10-24T01:09:33.943-07:00Comments on indigoalison: The view from hereUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171296868274970791.post-66223385088753284522012-04-11T03:50:16.765-07:002012-04-11T03:50:16.765-07:00No you are right, I do not fear being alone, but t...No you are right, I do not fear being alone, but the silence can be endless at times and I too grin and bear it often without question and watching them both run around filling the void has made me at least appreciate a tiny bit the benefits of being in a relationship.indigo16https://www.blogger.com/profile/16982477144454205765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171296868274970791.post-50562384366062021032012-04-10T09:52:27.578-07:002012-04-10T09:52:27.578-07:00I'm so glad you met up with your father. Despi...I'm so glad you met up with your father. Despite his shortcomings (a weak word, yes), he is obviously a bright, talented, engaged and engaging man. . . so the genetics are clear. That his interests are so close to yours re London, art, culture, has to be validating on some level.<br />As for the cost of partnerships, yes, I hear you. You know I have the most accommodating, supportive man possible, in my corner, and yet I often long for the years we lived separately through the week. Recently, though, two friends of mine have very suddenly lost their husbands, both to surprisingly advanced cancer. So I'm reminded of the balance sheet and grin-and-bearing the downsides. . . Not that one should be unhappy for fear of being alone, but if freedom and contentment and satisfaction can be found within the constraints of a relationship, I've realized that the tradeoff is not so bad. (Of course, this applies only to me and my situation, just riffing off your thoughts. . . )materfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.com