Since my marriage fell apart, I spend a lot of time by myself. Today is especially hard. My children are with their father, I woke up alone. I was depressed as I made my eggs and toast. I didnt even get mad when the cat jumped up on the table and swiped a piece of my toast. I let him have it. It doesn't matter anyway. I have no one to talk to. Correction, there is no one available to talk to me that I WANT to talk to. The one person I want to talk to is not available to me. When I am scared, hurting, or sad, I sometimes have someone to talk to. Sometimes I dont. But alas, this is the life I have chosen.
It is a gorgeous day, the sun is shining, birds are singing, and there are buds on all the trees on this gorgeous piece of land that I call home. It should be bringing me intense joy, but without someone to share it with, it just seems flat. I have started this blog to try and come to terms with myself and my life.
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