I felt pangs of loneliness for the first time when I crawled into bed last night. They were overwhelming. They felt far more permanent than they could ever be, and thus I felt hopeless.<\/p>\n
Depression had snuck<\/span> up on me while I was watching a Eureka episode on DVD. I crawled into bed, assumed the fetal position, and wanted nothing more than someone to hold me.<\/p>\n There are those that have been flirting with me. Or, I’ve grossly misinterpreted standard conversation for advances. I’m fairly certain that it’s been flirting, though. Anyway, the physical comfort that might come from another’s<\/span> touch is… extremely appealing, though obviously dangerous. With all of the emotional storming that’s going on inside of me, typical rebound problems are very likely. This, of course, is ignoring the fact that I’m still married. There are a lot of knots yet to be untied, and no paperwork has been filed. I’m not about to cheat on my wife.<\/p>\n I knew that this was coming, but I don’t think that there was a way to steel myself against it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I felt pangs of loneliness for the first time when I crawled into bed last night. They were overwhelming. They felt far more permanent than they could ever be, and thus I felt hopeless. Depression had snuck up on me … Continue reading