Good morning (or afternoon to you Jo). I'm good this morning. Bruce, I wonder that myself...why would she care if I was mad at her? And I don't know why I didn't use that word.
Jo, part of my problem when I'm around her is that I get this sense that she cares, but doesn't want to let herself. I still feel her head tells her that for various reasons that we won't work. I guess that's why I try to reason with her. It's not her heart I'm trying to get through to, it's her head. I'm probably wrong. Why would I think she could be talked into a new R with me? She divorced me.
Oh well, I had the "deep" conversation, but I ended it with a mischevious grin and she should know that I'm not hurt by any percieved rejection. What's good about this whole thing is that I truly feel bulletproof. She is incapable of saying or doing anything that will hurt me enough to return to the pitiful early days.
In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. Abraham Lincoln
It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed. Theodore Roosevelt
