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i can't really write freely because i think my boyf and son nosey onto my blog sometimes but still i will just say,  times feel tough. and sometimes a woman needs love. yesterday a lovely man in a very understated way,   as we discussed our ages, told me i look young and beautiful ( i am nearly 35) and i wanted to marry him theoretically- it is that easy boys. i sang some songs with my brothers accompanying me on piano and guitar and i felt so good and appreciated , then when i went home to my regular misery i felt old and haggard and tired. why is it that the man you chose to love doesn't say those things to you? why is it in the winter that things get even harder. i miss my therapist. he'd understand!