It’s been nearly a year since I’ve been…unattached. It’s been lonely, eye opening, but most of all it’s been an experience I have welcomed with [mostly] open arms.
I have been living alone with Elliott for a little over a month now and while I feel as if things are business as usual I can’t help but miss my regular conversations with my ex-boyfriend/roommate. I come home to a fairly quiet household with no one to really talk to about how my day was. It’s also become apparent that I am completely alone in this beautiful state. It’s just me and my dog on an adventure every weekend.
When I see my former roommate it is only for matters relating to Elliott – as if he were some sort of child who is caught in an invisible storm of parental visiting rights. I’m extremely grateful that he is there when I do need help but I’m slowly coming to terms with the fact that I need to raise Elliott on my own and ask when I only absolutely need help. It’s pretty obvious that our friendship has changed. We don’t talk to one another about much of anything except for my furchild. It’s probably the only thing that connects us to one another.
Recently I had dinner with a friend who felt like my living situation would help me figure things out. Where certain people fit in my life. I’m hoping that things become much clearer to me as time goes on. I do think I like how things are right now. I just miss having someone to talk to about whatever random things I think about.