Confessions of a blogging slacker

So I’m sitting here tonight, stuck and as I was laying in bed, unable to sleep, I thought, I bet the sweet peeps who read my blog wonder if I have hurt all my typing fingers or just some.  Like I did to try to make sense of all the feelings that have surfaced in the past months, I thought maybe bringing you up to speed would help.

I’m not good at being alone yet. I miss being part of a “we”.  Now, before you dive into your well meaning “advice” about how I need to be okay on my own before I consider getting involved again, I’d like to tell you a story.

I have a friend named Nancy.  ( her real name) One day we were talking and she was expressing some normal martial annoyance and very well meaning, I gave her some advice.  The advice was, just overlook being annoyed, welcome him home from work with a big hug and kiss and be the bigger person.  I called her about 3 months later and apologized for giving her shitty advice because I was in a similar situation as