A new house with freshly painted walls and nice sofa slipcovers and new beautiful dishes that match the aforementioned walls and a snazzy desk and beautiful hardwood floors and a fireplace that works all mean nothing when you hate being alone. That would be my thought for the day.
Don’t post a comment to talk me out of it or tell me it will get better, it’s how I feel right this second and there’s nothing wrong with that. Cranky? Yep. Every so often the enormity of what I’m doing hits me in the head and I get a bit cranky after.