Since 2012. Mom still alive. Me, still here. The same. Had to stabilize the foundation of this, not quite, not really my house. So I must use some of my money for retirement, some of mom's money, slowly dwindling. I think I had a date, though, sort of, two years ago. I think he realized I was too old for him. But it was nice to think of him for a week and a half or so.
Does anyone read these, and see how lonely we all are? That poor young man, well, not so young, he is just now suffering the betrayal of his "love of his life," a woman of our theatre circle who is no worse or greater than most of the rest of us, but presumably did not feel absolutely faithful to him, and so was utterly faithless. Thus he despairs, and on Facebook, is so in pain. If we were friends, I could reach out to him...give it space and time...but social media throws it all back at you, again and again. I see mine, living his life, fortunately he does not post much, so I only know he is out there, but not with me.
I hate my life right now. Hate my job; the lovely principal left, one of the team left, the kids are so challenging, and now the drive can take an hour. I am exhausted and there is no respite from anything at all.
I hate to be eight years on and no better, nothing to look forward to.
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