Let’s be honest about a certain type of older single man

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Let’s be honest about a certain type of older single man

– The broke ones!

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By

Ross E F Lombardi

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I am male, over 50, broke — and forever single…

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While it is true that many people are happy being single.

I am not one of them.

It is not who I am.

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Most can be single and happy,

However, while this may be true for most.

Others were meant to spend their lives married.

It is just who they are.

Some, maybe a minority, but still some, including me, were meant to be part of something more than just themselves.

Some are in their bones meant to live and try to be successful for someone else.

Just because you like being single (lucky you) does Not make your truth transferable.

You are not me,  - or like me.

Just because you are not like me. Does not make it still true in my case.

- For me, Ambition has no meaning if Success cannot be shared with a life partner to love.

- Who am I trying for? I alone am Not enough reason.

- That is my singular personal truth.

I need someone to succeed and try for.

- And I have to somehow come to terms and live with the fact that this will never happen now.

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Do men in their 50s ever find love again?

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No.

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Not if they are a totally broke man with zero net worth, they don’t.

- No sane woman would or could love a man my age who lives on benefits, in a bedsit,

- Nor should they.

- A broke man at 50 with so few resources should not be suffered to live.

Men such as me in our position are a waste of space.

- Everyone knows this.

They may never publicly admit it out of misplaced politeness.

But that does not stop it from being true.

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I don’t need to be told by anyone that I am crap, unworthy and disposable…

… I am quite capable of independently accessing the overwhelming historical and comparative present-day contextual evidence to that effect.

Trite positive comments from total strangers mean nothing compared to the inescapable, hard, logical modern truth.

The hardcore, honest, brutal truth that no one want to admit!

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Which is I am, - and those like me are… =

Well,

…I am crap.

I have no value.

I will never escape my e6/2 socioeconomic classification.

I am also male and over 50.

And therefore,

I will never get to fall in mutual love ever again and get to remarry.

I will always be only half a person because I can never be part of a couple.

I am disposable.

There is no mathematical, statistical, or logical reason to have any hope.

This is why g0D is shit and I hold a grudge against that mean old bustard.

People such as me are surplus to social requirements, a burden on infrastructure, a waste of a hospital bed, and we should be allowed to die if we so choose.

I am full of rage all the time, even when I smile in public.

Every memory hurts.

I have no source of inner strength other than hate.

See you all in hell….

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Don’t worry, though,

I plan to keep existing simply and only out of sheer meanness and debased spite. — Too many people would like me to disappear — So I plan to stick around just to piss them off by simply existing!

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