(I was going to say "finger in too many pots" because that's the phrase I was taught, but that really seemed to be pushing the line on inappropriate.)

Hahahahah! But funny.

And yeah--I think part of the issue is I'm attracted to confident outgoing type people. And sometimes they are truly fun, confident people. And sometimes they are assholes. :)

I wonder if it's just the effect of the weekend. Too much time to think. A heavy load of "why the hell bother" on me tonight.

Confident and outgoing is good, but you can be confident and outgoing AND willing to commit. I say hold out for someone like that.

I'm sorry it's a hard night, Connie.

It feels like forever, but it hasn't even been two weeks yet.

I'm sorry, Connie. Grief is sneaky that way, it comes and goes in waves.

There will be times when it feels like 2 seconds ago moments after you feel like you've gotten so far forward and beyond, it's ok. Sucks unbelievably. Try your best not to beat yourself up for feeling whatever you feel, but resenting the hell out of it all is to be expected.

I sleep with the light on. But I always did when he wasn't there. There are worse things in the world than not being able to wake up in the dark alone.

It feels like forever, but it hasn't even been two weeks yet.

Time gets to be very wibbly wobbly after a loss. Awareness of the passage of time can be weird. "It has been 5000 minutes. It has now been 5001 minutes. I should feel differently. I should feel something about this time. No, that's silly. The time doesn't matter. There are only two times. Before This Death and After This Death. It has now been 5002... no make that 5007 minutes. Wait, what happened to minutes 5003-5006? Did I really just lose them by thinking this crap?"

Interesting psychological insight: I'm needing to learn to do things competently just for myself, instead of for the approval of someone else. I've always had that issue, that my own satisfaction is not sufficient reason to do something.

edited because English to make sentences good.