That ranks among the most depressing things i have ever read.
It’s hard to get my mind around.
First order of business. Call home. Is everyone fine? Good. Done.
Next, no more groaning inwardly when the neighbours want to engage me in chitchatter on the stairway and all I want to do is get home and deflate.
And, no more pulling ‘independent woman’ attitude when the friends want me to text them or call them when I get home after a late evening in their company.
I choose the ‘nuisance’ attached to human connection over this. Any time.
oh. my. goodness.
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