Yesterday was another uneventful but depressed day. No contact with Mr. A.
Work is/was keeping me busy. Also had a cocktail with my dear friend, which was nice. But coming home to an empty house seems so lonely all over again.
I'm trying to get through each day one at a time and working on grasping the thought of a life that doesn't revolve around Mr. A - either being with him or trying to get him back. It's hard.
