I feel like a little kid who threw a fit last night. Honestly, that wasn’t my intention. I was frustrated, angry, and sad. I couldn’t shake it and felt like I was about to cry in the living room. That would have been embarrassing since Jeff was over and he and David (well… and I) were watching a movie. I got up and went down stairs and didn’t return. I don’t really know what happened either. Or I do. I ended up turning up some music too loud so the world would melt away. When I had calmed myself sufficiently, I went to bed. I didn’t hear from David, but I can see how it would look for him. I doubt he noticed all that much actually. Being alone is suddenly hard, despite my 28 years of experience. Having other people flaunt their happiness in front of me is frustrating.
This morning I feel fine. No lingering resentment. I think I must have just been too tired to deal with things. And I felt like I was intruding on their evening, even though I had been invited to be there with them to watch the movie.
I don’t really know what all of this means… if anything at all.
Sorry that you had a bad evening, my friend.
Wow, I completely understand how you feel right now. I’m separated from my hus after 6 years of marriage … and I’m living with one of my best friends and her new fiancee. Sometimes it’s just too hard to see them SO HAPPY together. I have to get away. Man, you should move back here so we can be roomies together, no annoying happy couples to intrude on our singledom!!! 🙂