Love and Regret

See, there's this thing called biology...

Betty White was recently asked, “At 93, do you have any big regrets?” Without hesitation she said, “That I spent a whole year, wasted a whole year, that Allen and I could have had together.”

Allen was the man she was married to for 18 years before he lost his life to cancer. That lost year is the year she took delaying marriage to him because she didn’t want to leave California.


I hear those same sentiments expressed by the women I look after who have lost husbands. They regret that there wasn’t more time. They regret those moments of separation, those times they did not get to spend together, the trips they never actually got to take together. I regret the time that was wasted not loving you.

Reading some Red Pills this morning and their rather tragic perversions of the entire concept of love, not to mention…

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2 thoughts on “Love and Regret

    1. “See, there’s this thing called biology” is in a class of its own.

      I still have the pleasure of my lady’s company, but sometimes it is so stupidly difficult to love and be loved. It takes time. It is usually about time and being in control of it, and patience — just waiting — I have not learned.


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