So here I am sitting in my empty house, half drunk on rum I SWORE I wouldn't drink alone, singing "unforgettable" to the glow of this TV screen and a cheap scented candle.
I'm single. That's what's different about this week.
I used to think of myself as... recently cheated on, damaged goods, recovering from an abusive relationship
any other litany of excuses, but... the truth is I'm single.
Just like I'm not "recently graduated" I'm unemployed.
It's a tough reality to face.
So is cracking the bottle you were saving for someone special... who doesn't feel a special way about you.
I'm hanging that one up kids.
At least she gave me some good ideas, and was there for a good laugh or some good insight once in a while.
My brother and I play a game called Go, and he beats me all the time. He says "the key to my strategy, that you're not grasping, is knowing when to give up a fight, cut your losses."
I hate doing that, and I thought it was utter heresy to do so regarding my heart.
