I had a total meltdown yesterday. I started a new job, OTR trucking, and got home Thursday night. Up yesterday morning, usual routine, before heading to the office, cup of coffee and a quick view of the news. My wife has been gone a little over two years, but I still talk to her. I turned to her chair and started to say something and totally lost it. I cried for a good two hours. So many memories came flooding back from when I drove OTR before; come home after a couple weeks on the road, and the kids yelling "Daddy's home!", a hug from all. Hugs, kisses from her.
Coming home to an empty house is painful. Not feeling a loving embrace, a passionate kiss, hearing "I love you, Sweetie!" I spent four days in a bamboo cage, being "urged" to participate in lengthy "conversations". That was a piece of cake compared to the hell of being so damned lonely.
I could go buy flowers, go to the shed and give them to my Harley. But, I'll probably leave Smallville, go to Metropolis, and have a single girl's night out. It's always fun to feel lonely in a crowd.
Do not worry; I'm NOT suicidal or anything. Just living out the adage that even the mighty oak will break someday.
Leah