I was feeling cranky and then my friend Stephen stopped by my office. He's a teacher, and he's become a dear, if offbeat, friend. Along with his wife and son. He brought me leftovers 'most every day when my Dad was sick and dying, especially when I commented that sometimes the thought of going grocery shopping was just too overwhelming.
So I mentioned the bad news, and added, "So I guess I'll be expecting a lot more home cooked meals, eh?"
He nodded solemnly as the tears welled up.
I don't want to go through this again.
I know I just have to get through today. I have a car service picking me up at 4 pm and transporting me to NJ where I will be my friend's date for his work shindig. This is my other best friend, Scott, my (long ago) ex boyfriend. He's my family, too, and being with him will be nice. Though being with his boss and the New Board Member won't be relaxing. Then we will have a nice ride home together.
I know my pattern now. I just have to survive today and I will wake up composed again tomorrow.
It's just, I thought I could get through this without being sad like this. By just refusing to feel sad.
It doesn't seem to work that way.