So the new status quo asserts itself. I've just been offered a permanent position where I'm now working whose salary will handily cover my mortgage. So
- work: ding. - housing and food: ding. - personal hobbies/diversions: ding. - friends and activities: ding. - companionship: bzzt.
My recent date went well, and we expect to see each other again, and I am enjoying the get-to-know-you process, but obviously this kind of romancing is a pale shadow of what was or might be... and walking through a dark, empty apartment either before bed or upon awakenening still reminds me, not of STBX specifically, but of the role she played in my life and the hole she left in it.
