So, that’s what it meant
Ms. Brit went home monday.
No we aren’t broken up, she’s just home.
No I haven’t been sleeping, remained social, or shave. I just haven’t or wanted to do anything since then.
It’s hard, I still half expect her to walk in, smile plop herself on my couch, and make fun of American foibles and TV.
It’s not happening though. It’s enough to make one bitter, or in my case even more bitter.
