I hate feeling like I have no one.
Let the heaviness sit on my chest all day. Screamed into a pillow. Had to get out.
Went for a drive to another town but all roads lead back here. My heart is sad in an old way, because I’ve been here before.
That sinking feeling. Having no one to run to when things get hard. No one would understand.
I vaguely know where my husband is, but he’s not speaking to me now, for some unknown reason that causes tears to stream down my face.
And friends, what friends, because the people I could call friends seem to have vanished.
So here I am, exactly the same place I’ve been before. You think I would have learned my lesson.
It would help if I knew what that lesson were.