On Being Without Your Lover
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Went to bed last night at 8:00 p.m. Got up about 1:30 a.m.
And up and down on and off until I gave up trying to sleep at 5:30 a.m.
Being alone in the house spooks me.
I didn’t sleep on our bed but the futon in the living room.
The transition from having your lover in the house and being alone is dismal.
I’ll adjust but the first week will be exhausting.
When my mother separated from my daddy she didn’t necessarily intend to never return.
But living by himself upset him so badly that he divorced her the first day it was legally possible. And remarried his first wife.
A decision he regretted for the short time he had left to live.
