This hallmark holiday weekend seems almost designed to send suicide rates soaring. Valentine’s Day on Friday. Family Day on Monday. As if to completely rub it I the faces of those of us who are alone at the most depressing time of year.
Having completely abandoned the notion that I will ever have a life partner; and, with the memory of that first Family Day when I was surprised by my 10 year old telling me he was going to live with his dad – without any consultation or warning, I am descending into (hopefully) protective isolation for the next few days.
See you on the other side.