Things that are
salt in the
wound:
Anyone who asks "How many" when I am making
reservations for restaurants, airline tickets, hotel rooms, any other activity.
My
friend Lotte - she constantly tells me how men faun over her.
The fact that I'm being
stalked and have no one I can
turn to for help.
Nearly every
song ever written.
Nearly every
story ever written.
The express lane at the grocery store. And the fact that nearly all foods are
packaged for families of
four.
The fact that I have to take my
plants to my chirpractors office when I travel because nearly all of my neighbors moved away.
Vacationing alone.
Heck - the list could go on
forever. Hopefully this aloneness can't.