I am so lonely. I want romance! Not flowers and chocolates romance, real romance. Falling in love or being in love, feeling in love. Looking forward to sharing my day and my thoughts with somebody who cares. Everything seems so basic lately. I feel like there is no depth in my life. Am I just playing at living right now? It's not that I'm not present, because I am. Oh this makes no sense. I'm just rambling, but then, this is my ramble blog. Nonsense and deep thoughts and ranting when needed.
I am lonely.
My marriage is a shell. We are roommates and parents with occasional benefits. I am the one doing the pursuing and I so want to be pursued. I want to be... wanted. To feel pretty and loved and interesting. I want to say "I deserve" to feel these things, but I don't know that I believe life is about my happiness. There is certainly happiness to be found in life, but I do not believe it is the goal. There is more to it than that.
I guess I am just lost with my marriage in trouble and my husband tuned out and here I am feeling better about myself than I ever have and "nobody" to appreciate it. It doesn't seem fair; but then I tell my children constantly... life is not fair.
I am hiding in romantic stories of fictional men who care. Right now I am no disallusioned by relationships. I give too much and so often that I think I have trained others not to give back. So foolish. I wish I'd learned to balance this all better.
Maybe I can sleep some of this off.