Doldrums
I have been suffering an attack of the doldrums that I just can’t shake. Maybe the economy, maybe the weather, maybe the fucked up mess we call a government. All that could break a woman of sterner stuff than me.
But I think this is more inward-oriented.
It will soon be three years since the Mister entered the Fun House. Without a doubt this has been harder for him. Thank God I have such a supportive sister to help me through.
But just now, I am the only one invited to this pity party. In the evening, I put the cover over the bird, I say goodnight to Sis and SOL, I go downstairs with the dogs and I shut the door.
I make dinner for one. I eat in front of American Idol or Project Runway. The dogs wait until they can share my lap to sleep the evening away. It is calm and sweet and restful and safe. And so lonely.
Why is that so hard to admit? In the mean time, does anyone have some extra chocolate?