Act 2

I am a study in antonyms. My strength is my weakness. My life-saving routine is my downfall. My love of physical activity is my inertia. I have carved out a tolerable existence of isolation. I know what I should do and proceed to do nothing.

after 13 years of the single life I am still imprisoned by my 33 year marriage. After 13 years of therapy, I still live in isolation. I've given up dating. After many many dates and 2 relationships I have no strength left to make the necessary efforts. And yes, I still love my ex.( I hate that term).

Clearly, I am my own worst enemy. I know I am a functioning depressed person. I life off the endorphins of physical activity. But that's not nearly enough. So I nap everyday. After the nap I wait until it's time to eat. I do a lot of waiting. Meanwhile, l am slowly running out of days.

So that's where I am. Looking for another place  be.