Somedays Suck

Monday was hard. Really hard.

It was one of the few times since Mike and I separated in August that I felt alone. “Alone” in the sense that I’ll “always” be alone, that I won’t find someone, that I won’t remarry, that the kids will forever be without a male role model.

I don’t know why that day was different. I’m happy that it was a short-lived funk, but I can’t put my finger on what was different about Monday that caused that surge of… I guess it was depression.

I’m usually a glass-half-full kind of girl, so Monday’s emotions really hit me in the gut.

Two days later, I’m not a weepy Debbie Downer anymore, but my mind has gone to that “alone” feeling for a few fleeting moments.

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