When one close relationship gives me grief, I run short of energy to interact with other people. So I tend to withdraw. It would be easy to identify all the ways this isolation is unhealthy, but that would be a waste of words. Solitude has always been my closest companion, and that's not about to change. Having Danny here makes a terrific difference because I seldom go more than a couple hours without direct human contact. Whatever the reason, this period of withdrawal has passed without the usual downward spiral. I made it through an entire work day without brooding about the recent unpleasantness. I'm here now. I acknowledge what has happened and want to move on.
Hello.
Cooking for someone besides myself is far more rewarding (I recommend
kung pao chicken). Most evenings we eat dinner together at the table with candles. This is simply wonderful.