Today at work was rough, in a lot of pain from bending over at weird angles to fix machines, and it's on days like this that I truly miss having a partner, someone who could comfort me (and who I could comfort on her bad days). Putting the heating pad on yourself just isn't the same as having someone take care of you.
Now, before anyone gets it twisted, no I don't need a woman to "take care of me" (I do all the things an adult should do on their own for themselves, I don't need a maid FFS), but humans NEED closeness, connection and contact with other humans and I'm not ashamed to admit that I do too. 7 1/2 years is a LONG time, my friends.
And yes, with the shit show the world is in (seeing as how we're probably not going to last another 10 or so years unless we collectively pull our heads out of our asses, tear down those in power, and start working together, and you'll forgive me if I don't hold my breath), my "problem" isn't much of a problem to anyone but me. Not looking for solutions, not even venting per se, just talking into the void.
