Big, empty house.

Sometimes I throw a pity party when I'm home alone.  Kids are with their Mom.  Wife is still living out of state, both of us anticipating our next weekend together until she can move here for good. It can get lonely, even with two dogs and a cat looking at me, failing to interpret my soliloquy of solitude. I may not be alone in the truest sense of the word; after all, in today's world of technology and social media friends and family are quick to reply to a text or Facebook message.  But what do you say?  "Hi, I'm just writing because I feel like a loser tonight?" 

"Not cool.  Quit your bitching.  Suck it up, buttercup,"  are all thoughts and feelings that run through my head.  So, no, I'm not alone. I'm luckier than most to have people to miss - and to miss me back.

But I'm human too, and those nights suck.