It’s no secret I’m single.
I have been for a while. My last (every) break up was messy, that’s not really a secret either although I’ve kept most of the details off here. There is so little dignity in a break up, I’d like to try hold on to whatever I can.
It’s something I’ve been struggling with again lately.
I try not to moan about it, mostly I make jokes about hanging out with my cat. But I do find it difficult.
I find it especially difficult because I have very few single friends. And while I truly love my friends with all my heart, it isn’t fun to sit through a “girl’s night” where the discussion topics include bachelorette ideas, engagement ring dreams, romantic getaway plans and rants about potential future in-laws.
I have nothing to contribute
What I want is to be kissed.
To be held and loved and appreciated.
I’ve said it before, I know I have.
Two years ago, when everything changed, I had a reason to not fall apart. I don’t have an excuse anymore.
So I kind of keep thinking, now what?
Two years. Good god.