Hope. Risk.

Hope and Risk.

By ephibel

I never thought that I would consider it again. I would always tell myself that am too old for that. At 39, this is foolishness. Love betrayed me so many times, and knocked me so hard when we were abandoned by the father of my only daughter.

I keep on saying who needs a partner? I can manage. I have earnings which makes my daughters’ life comfortable. As a special child she does not care a paternal guidance. I have witnessed friends who suffered and still suffering from the disadvantage of having a pestering partner. So who cares? I don’t, so I thought.

But, here I am again. Hoping; and retrieve the saying that I have forgotten so long: Risk and suffer the consequences.