I find the toughest thing about living alone and being single for 40 years is having someone to talk to. And yeah, it's generally the little things that nag at you and you want that someone who understands you to bounce that verbal ball off of. ------ Your friend using you. A neighbor with deep personal struggles that is tearing you apart cause there's nothing more you can do. That totally rude woman at the grocery store. Another friend whose age is showing and it's concerning. ------- All little nothings in life that if you vented outside of a trustworthy safe place, would be gossip, so you keep them to yourself.
I stayed with an abusive drug user for far too long because in this respect he was the greatest companion ever. So I am missing something I once had. My father was excellent to lean on as well.
Personal worries and fears of a bigger sort I've also learned to keep to myself. Though my sons are well grownup, they're still my children and seeing fear in their faces if my health has a wobble is enough to shut my mouth and laugh off any slips.
So, yeah, give me a little small talk every now and then. The cat listens well sometimes and sometimes he leaves the room.
If you ever wanna talk, my inbox is always open.
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