I am just so tired this week.
And being in a new relationship with a therapist is exhausting.
And being in a commited relationship of three years is exhausting.
In some ways was much easier when I was alone.
I lived by myself. I didn't have to answer to anyone.
I didn't have to look too closely at my past or my problems.
Sure, I was lonely from time to time but I was safe.
Ahh, safety.
Tonight I find myself missing it.