A dangerous place

   Okay I'm back home after having spent some days in the company of my kid. I'm back home. Back here..sitting alone in my chair, listening to the silence and wondering what to do with myself. This is always the case when I come back. Now what? For those of you who are unaware of it, I am a noncustodial mum, some people call it 'weekend mum' but I despise that title - I am a mum 24/7. I have good days and bad, admittedly mostly bad at the moment because I find myself somewhat isolated.

Sitting in an empty room is a bad place to be for someone like me who is inclined to become dramatic and hopeless; there's nobody on which to vent or lean my tired head. Danger, danger, big red danger sign for me. I need to vent, I need to cry and to have someone listen. I guess I am no different from anybody else in that regard.

Tonight is a bad night, anxiety ridden, ugly. No wonder I eat myself into oblivion. There's another thing I must stop. Comforting with food. But hey, when thoughts hurt.. and all that.

Over and out for tonight.