What's love got to do with it?

I've always had an exit option. ALWAYS. In my heart I know its a mere motif for cowardice, but I like to have that option. This time around, I have none. It could be because of my advancing years, but I wanted to have the pleasure of saying, "With you, this time, there are no fallback options, none." I have this and state it not to balance scales in my favour or to further gilt my wings, but just because I don't feel like having one. I'm growing older and all the drama and playing tires me out. Should I reach out for my rheumatism medicine already?