For the first time in probably a year I laughed last night. One of my customers, turned friend, booked tickets for a concert and it was awful - the music was dreadful and we just giggled all the way through the first half, dreading it when the band started another tune and made our escape during the interval. We then went to a hotel bar and splurged on cocktails. I had a good time. It is only 18 days since my husband left and I thought I would die - and now I am able to go out, forget it for a bit, eat, drink, laugh - of course this morning I am sad again and hurt because he doesnt want me anymore. But the last year with him if we did go out the conversation was forced, I felt he didnt want to be with me and was looking at his watch to see what time it was and if he could get to his pub before the evening was out - and was taking me out of pity or like a chore to get over with. I couldnt really afford last night, but I am glad I did it.
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