Were you her little boy that whole time you were with me? Why did you tell me I was the woman of your life while being with another person in bed? Is it all I'm worth for? Two times now, two people, the ones I loved the most all those years, basically told and did the same. Am I to blame? Yet a third one I never believed that could love me like I am, old and grey, dying, and so it is. 

All that is left is for me to die of this Addison Disease, unloved.