My wife is away on a company trip. They say that widowed men are more likely to break down in loneliness than widowed women. But I don’t know. On what basis do they compare loneliness? Do men cry in bed? Do they stare blankly into space? Do they go back and read old love letters?
Humans are habitual creatures. I find myself a bit disoriented now and overly quiet, which scares me. Maybe this is part of a discovering-myself series. I’m having to get used to being alone, and then tomorrow, it’s back to being not alone. I find that frustrating that I can’t be alone and not alone all at once.
Okay, I’m just making up excuses. I don’t feel like doing the website I’m supposed to finish. Argh.