I’m blogging again on my site, the Hungover Widow, after being off for a year and a half. Blogging can be lonely. But I’m back with, “Recovering from Extreme Loneliness or Don’t Trust a Guy with 19 Gu... Its about how I wanted so much to be partnered, I almost let a cruel, withholding lawyer move into my house.
I’m wondering if some of us are genetically wired to need a special person in our lives. If it’s a need to be heard, have someone to ask about our day, or just the primal need for touch. Other than that, I’m coping with loneliness by getting a master’s of fine arts in writing. I start my second year today. Love and take care.