The truth is sometimes hard to handle.
Sometimes its hard to admit.
But this weekend I admitted it several times.
Not to anyone in particular. Just to my dogs, the cat, because well, they can't judge. Plus I feed them so even if they can judge, they just have to love me anyway.
So while 99.9% of the time I am fine with the prospect of being alone for the rest of my life there is still that .1% of the time that I am not.
Like when I wake up on a lazy weekend morning with no where I have to be at any particular time and there is no one there to share it with me.
When I am laying on the couch watching a movie...
When I have a bad day and there is no one there give me a hug.
Sometimes it just sucks (how is that for eloquence) and for the last week I have been in a woe is me funk.
I know where I want to be, I know what I want. Why can't I get there?