My UFO (unbelievably fabulous observations)

[hoosiermama]

I want to love and be loved; I want a family; I want friends to share my life. And yet, 18 months out, I have no one; I continue to lose people and I don't know why. I have reached out. I've done the work. I've done the reading. I've done therapy. I've tried to look ahead. And it changes nothing, except that I am even more alone. I have survived, and that is all. No, I don't walk around like this; I put on a smile, I am functional and friendly and outgoing. But I'm still invisible.