For nearly 6 years of my life, there was “someone” that was part of my life. Her name was Melanie, and she no longer exists. I had written a couple long form stories after the suicide from the sketch-girl that was in my life.

I was 26 when Melanie entered my life. The average age I’ve noticed with younger people was the first long term relationship or LTR would be as young as 23 or late as 27, or by the time you’re 27 you’d be in a dedicated LTR. That window between 2010 to 2014 was already coming to slam at me, and there was no prospects. The youngest people are not my age, they are at least 6 to 8 years younger, as Millennials hate New Hampshire, as they hate the cold and snow (if it even does that anymore!) I’m against younger people, and the younger people are not attracted to me. (Must be my fault, can’t be angry to women.) While I did appear to be angry to women, in late 2021, I figured that had to do with masculinity being imposed against feminine figures.

So what am I going to do? Want to come off hating women or be in some relationship that replicates a romantic LTR? By 2014, in a midst of another high stress event on August 1st, I tied the knot to Melanie and the rest was history (for less than 6 years.) You can read the rest of that story…