All he ever wanted was to be married and now he was he wishes he wasn’t. He often sat on the porch staring out over the valley wondering how he’d ended up like this. He couldn’t remember how they had met, where they went on their first date or even the date and place where they got married. She sat all day doing her puzzles, drawing and knitting. She seemed happy enough. He sat on the porch or in the conservatory watching the world go by. Sex was more like a 100m sprint to see who could finish first. They must have enjoyed it at some point but that memory had faded into the clouds. Now they just shared the same house, breakfast, bed and an evening meal. He remembers not being sure what he wanted from life but the only thing he knows is it wasn’t this watching the birds go by while he waited for god.
The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site. View all posts by The Autistic FellRunner