Solitary Lives and the Holidays
If you are solitary, whether by choice or not, this time of year is difficult. If by choice you are annoyed by all the social pressure for couple-ness from the ads for jewelry and the invitations to parties wherein you are the fifth or nineth wheel to children seemingly everywhere. It becomes irritating. If by circumstance not of your own making (such as widowhood) you just want to curl up a cry. Lately I've been on the crying end of the spectrum. You see, for two short months I was happy. Blissfully so in what was developing into a nice and fun relationship until the male in question scared himself somehow and ran for the emotional hills as fast as his frat-boy legs could carry him. If I had been pushy I would understand. But I let him set the pace, and it was he not I who wanted to go away for the weekend. So we did. Had a fabulous time. He got back, freaked out and did the "it's not you, it's me" dance right on out the door. Now after 13 years of solitude I had...