I used to love sitting alone in my bedroom for hours.
Staring at the wall, staring at the TV, staring at the laptop, or even staring at my reflection as I divulged my deepest thoughts about life to myself… if it involved staring, I was doing it. And loving it.
For some reason I was convinced that when I got married I would miss that, and at the beginning I did.
But now that Ray has been in Tanzania since Monday and won’t be back until Sunday, I’ve gone back into staring mode.
And I hate it.
Life is so boring without Ray.
The reality of how lame my social life was before he came along also sucks.
Counting down the days until he returns and I can look at his face instead of my belly button.