my mom went back to work on friday of last week. i was sick at the time, so i really didn’t care. i busied myself over the weekend… monday night was fine, i wasn’t too lonely. last night was gno, so i shouldn’t have been too lonely, but i was.
i miss my mom being at home. it’s not just the meals. really it’s not. i miss having someone to talk to in the evenings. i miss having someone to sit with and bug. i miss having the phone ring.
weird isn’t it? i’ve been complaining about my lack of freedom… wishing i had more time by myself, with out that little nag… now i have it and i don’t like it.
it’s funny. one reason i started dating was because i didn’t want to be alone. then my mom got sick, and i got a boyfriend. i was busy for four months. now, mom is gone and the boy’s parents are in town. i see him only on date night. only on saturday.
so i’m back to being alone. a lot alone. i don’t like it. i don’t like it at all, and i don’t know what to do about it.
Look who’s talking…