Probably this sounds really pitying, but I hate Sunday nights around this time.
Kids are here and I’m doing dinner, but I feel so alone.
Most people I know are still married so I imagine the whole world sitting at home being a lovely family, or out being a lovely family, or just having a much better time than me. Sunday almost brings home to me what I could have had if Exh wasn’t actually a massive arse.
I’m mid (awful, expensive) divorce, so can’t afford to go out for dinner or anything similar and we are renting a tiny house, so I can’t have people over (couldn’t afford to feed them either and who goes visiting at 5pm on a Sunday?) so the day just feels so long.
I feel like I don’t want the weekend to pass as I don’t want to go to work tomorrow, but on the same token I want the weekend over so that I’m not dealing with my own loneliness.
Does anyone get what I’m saying?