going home to an empty house was never all it was "cracked up to be" but at least i can say as far back as a year ago it was at least mitigated in some aspects by the fact that i would on occaision call my son and even the thought of him then made the loneliness...i would feel at times "ok" but now its like ten million times worse and with not very much to mitigate it....just me wracking my brains trynig to "cope" with it....
But bottom line, it's hard....very very hard.....and my eyes are tearing up as im writing this..... because its just that hard....
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