How they can't believe their kid is starting kindergarten.
Or how they can't believe all their kids are in school now. What are they going to do with their time?
Or how they can't believe their oldest kid is starting high school or is off to college. Where has the time gone? Just breathe.
But I can't breathe.
I'm a workaholic because when I come home every night, it's to an empty house.
When I ask people to come over or to hang out, they can't because they are too busy with their spouses and their children.
When the deep pangs of loneliness hit, there is no one there to help me through. I am still in a relatively new place, without the deep relationships I had back home. My best friend lives in Phoenix. I have no couple friends here, but almost everyone I know is half of a couple.
I am alone. Separated. On the outside looking in.
It shouldn't be this way. We weren't meant to live in isolation. I live in a small town where everyone knows everyone else and yet it seems like I know no one and no one knows me.
I am afraid to ask people over for dinner for fear of rejection, again.
I don't know if I can keep asking. I don't know if I can keep trying.
I can't breathe.