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I saw my best friend last weekend, it’s been a month, for the 3rd time now. I had a wonderful time…I cried on the ride back home. Being alone all the time, save for work, has taken its toll on my mental health. My son is upset with me; typical teenager stuff. What hurts the most right now is him ignoring my calls and texts. I’m just so alone, no end in sight. I look to the side of the couch where he would be sitting, and cry because he doesn’t want to see me. It’s becoming difficult trying to pretend I’m ok.
TL;DR: Shit sucks.