Weekends

I miss the time when I looked forward to weekends. The family dinner I would make for me, Patty, and the kids. Just that time with them all. Now I dread the loneliness and sadness. The phone just sits here. Plans I thought were made just don’t happen, so I’ve stopped asking.

Because I am doing all I can to get out of debt, I don’t go anywhere.  At $4 what little mad money I have goes to filling the truck for the week.

I don’t know why I am writing this, I’ll keep it but who cares. It’s been 3 years of me sitting and hoping that someone would be there for me to just sit and talk over coffee. I honestly have been allowing the thoughts to come into my head. My kids are good and no one else cares. It’s going to be a long night.. 😪