…would you like to share experiences?
My last child remaining at home just got married and is on her honeymoon. This is night 2 of an empty house, and this is night 2 of not being able to sleep.
I miss my kids. It’s not that I want them to move back in. No! I want them to live their lives. I want them to be successful and happy. I am proud of all 3 of them. But damn do I ever miss them.
This old house, that once seemed so warm, now seems lifeless and cold. My son’s room, that once had posters on the walls and trophies on the window ledge, now has that unmistakable generic look of “guest bedroom.” The girls’ room still has her stuff in it, but it’s all boxed up ready to be moved to their new home.
I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life, but this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. I feel so alone. I went into the kitchen this morning to make breakfast and thought “What’s the point it’s just me.” I went to McDonalds instead. I sat down this evening to watch a movie and couldn’t. Without the undercurrent of noise it just didn’t seem right. I went to a friends house instead.
I hope this deep feeling of loneliness passes soon and I can quickly adjust to being a 41 year old bachelor. It just isn’t home without any kids here.