I have covid for the last seven days.
My son is finally returned to me, he rushed away from me into the arms of my ex-husband with an eagerness that said a great deal.
Myself, I had a strong taste of what life will be like when he reaches adulthood, and as of yet, I’m not prepared for it.
It brought home to me that I have a life so shallow it has the depth of a saucer. Work seeks only work, not happiness, and the relationship means nothing to me. The only texts were from people wanting things, and in my delirium I bluntly told them to go elsewhere. There were no attempts to find out how I was, by anyone.
This is an empty life. At least it seems that way these days.
How are Things? 