I was married for 30 years. Then, suddenly, I wasn’t. A legal, emotional, and psychological shitstorm ensued. I was one of six in an overcrowded house. That was followed by crash pads, dorms, roommates and barracks. The first time I found myself actually alone in an apartment, I was 53. I did not like it at all. It took me 10 difficult years to get used to it. I don’t think it is just something you wake up and decide to enjoy. And that “loneliness factor” never, ever really leaves.

Honorary Schizophrenic. Recent refugee. Displaced person. Old white male. Confidant of cassowaries.

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