I went out with three friends last night (I’m the only single one and they all live with their partners) and one of them said she’s sad to be going home to an empty house as her partner has been working away all week.
The other two agreed that yes it’s so hard to be in an empty house.
Them living alone for a couple of nights whilst me being alone in my house is permanent seems so insensitive.
I’ve been alone today and I just can’t stop crying. I knew I was at the edge of a deep depression again and this has just pushed me over.