I did call him one last time, mainly because his daughter wants to take riding lessons at the barn I board at yet everyone out there knows he and I were seeing each other. I thought he would have been out of work by the time I called--either that or he was screening it--but I did leave him a message. But I basically told him that if his daughter wanted to take lessons, as far as anyone was concerned we stopped seeing one another because of our schedules. Beyond that, he knows my number and where I live if he wants to get a hold of me.
And you married women really don't know what I am going through. There was so much about Wayne I took for granted and even though I knew his health was bad, I thought he had a least a few more years, but apparently not. I feel that I have accepted his death, but haven't figured out how to deal with my own loneliness.
The neighbor's son--who is about my age--stopped over yesterday morning to buy Wayne's flatbed trailer and to also drive me back from the mechanic's (had to take the truck in to get the water pump fixed). I've known him for years--his parents' property backs to mine--but he's also married and I get along well with his wife. Normally when he and I shoot the breeze, it's pretty superficial stuff like tar paper and truck tires, but after signing the stuf for the trailer, he hung out for a bit and we talked, and actually this time we had a real conversation, talking about childhood and former goals in life and plans for the future and at one point, I thought "Oh, I REALLY don't need this." He has been helping me with some stuff around the house--but again up until yesterday it's always been "man stuff" we've talked about.
But it made me realize that I want friendship from a man more than a "boyfriendship." I just want a man to occasionally talk to and hang out with.