The past few months have been the darkest I’ve known and I was really hoping that The Girl and I moving into our new house would give me the closure on that chapter of my life that I so desperately wanted.
I hoped it would be the light at the end of my tunnel.
But it wasn’t.
I’ve felt miserable.
I am miserable.
I loathe living on my own.
When The Girl and I are here together we potter around the house, we do chores, we play in the garden and have picnics together and everything is fine….. and then she goes to bed and my happy face falls and I feel completely alone.
I haven’t got the hang of enjoying my own company and I really miss having someone to talk to and I really never thought that making one side of the bed would feel like a knife in my heart each and every day.
I know I sound miserable and I know in time it will get better and things will get easier but it’s so hard to feel any positives.
For now though I’ll smile, I’ll nod, I’ll say I’m fine and take each new day as it comes.