Before He Ruined Me
Happiness called and has saved you a seat by the bar
The Village, she said. She was changing the venue to The Village. I don’t go to many parties these days. Too many comforts at home. I’m not looking for love or new friends, and my husband is a party grump so if I go, I must embrace going alone. Fishing among strangers for connection, for depth, over music that strains conversations, takes energy. So mostly, when it comes to the party night, tiredness twinkles its fingers at me, Oliver Hardy-style, and I text an excuse before settling for a wind-down and early bed.
