Cried the whole drive to the movie theater.

Wiped my eyes.

Saw a stupid romantic comedy that just made me feel worse about being unloved and celibate since 1997.

Usually I like romantic comedies. They're one of my favorite types of movies.

Cried all the way home.

Checked a few of the Facebook posts that I made while I was out. Once again, I've posted brutally honest things about the way I feel and people are responding with "LOL" and telling me how funny I am.

Why do they think my pain is funny?

I didn't drive by my son's apartment, even though it was just 2 blocks away from my route home.

Realized on the way home that I am now to the point in my life where if I was hurt or dead, no one would notice.