I’m watching Our Souls At Night on Netflix with Robert Redford and Jane Fonda and realise it’s true.
Living alone is hardest at night. Having no one to lay next to, no one to talk with before you drift off into the land of nod, not having a person lay next to you to cuddle or just simply to know someone else is there.
I miss that.
But I’m socially awkward. I’m not in any way good looking facially or bodily. I am in fact a very boring person, I know this. I grew up travelling the world, living on mostly small bases and with me and my sister having coeliacs and every parent thinking they’d kill us if we were in a room where a cake was, we never adjusted into how people interact as we spent all our time with adults.