Heck, I KNOW Wayne wasn't perfect. Mood swings, poor health, old-fashioned almost to the point of sexist, somewhat of a Hitler sympathizer.
I'm not looking for perfection, just companionship. I know what everyone is saying, but for the last 4 years I've known it was just a matter of time before Wayne died. His health problems were just too many and he was in too much pain. He wasn't happy. I had hoped he would live for a few more years yet. I don't recall if anyone here on this forum mentioned it or if it was one of my other friends, but I've been mourning his loss a long time. I knew it would happen, I knew what I HAD to do when it happened.
I've accepted his death in my heart, again, my grief is now for myself, being alone.
I'm going stir crazy, I'm caught up on all my chores and housework, grading, the garage is mostly organized. And I have nothing to occupy myself with. People keep telling me to take up a hobby, but yeesh, between chickens, horses, canning and preserving, house and yard work, I'm afraid to get involved in something else.
I can't read now. Normally I could always veg out with a book, but since nearly all books have an overt or subplot of "finding love of my life" or "losing love of my life" I have a hard time reading ANYTHING now.
I was writing fanfic of Jean Auel's Earth's Children series but I was writing a Mel Brooks/Pythonesque type parody of the series and I just can't get in the mindset for good humor writing.
My friends keep saying that anytime I want to go out just let them know but when I actually ASK them if they want to do something, everyone's too busy.