This feels like the single life. I am home alone on a Thursday night. I got done work an hour late and expected to come home to my loving man. Nope. He was still working. He didn’t get done for another half hour or better and travels forty minutes home. This is crazy seeings how I got done work a little after nine o’clock at night. He works at the shore doing construction and bullshit like that. He should be done at normal times. How does someone work in that field after dark? I am confused. So be it. I am starting to lose my mind. We have had rough patches. Is he doing drugs? Maybe he found someone else. I dont know. Something doesnt feel right. My heart hurts. Then again, it always hurts. Who am I kidding.