Weekends

It's Sunday. I really really hate Sundays since my husband died.  I try to keep busy but around 5 o'clock the walls start closing in and I get weepy. It's so lonely. My family and what friends I have left are all busy doing their own family things. No one calls and I feel like I'm imposing when I call them. It's pretty sad that I look forward to Monday and going to work. I hate this new life I have. I want my old life back but I know that's not possible.