2. I took in three children. I gave up my student waiting room and bathroom for two of them; Nathan shared his tiny room with the other. I bought towels and dishes and flatware and tablecloths and made things as comfortable as I could in preparation for their arrival. Then I fed them, clothed them, sheltered them, taught them how to knit, and introduced them to my hairdresser. I gave them allowance and piano lessons and birthday dinners in nice restaurants and concert tickets and a trip to Six Flags. I gave them everything they needed and most of what they wanted. I gave them everything I had. I did the very best I could. The part I do not understand: They hate me. But they cannot explain why.
3. I loved a man. I provided a home for him and his children and his dog; I shared my closet and my bathroom and my bed with him. I took his dog to the vet and got her shots and a rabies tag and treatment for Lyme disease; I had my tuner take care of his piano. I shopped for glasses and clothes for him, introduced him to my friends, and bought him concert tickets for his birthday. I loved him and supported him in looking for a job and encouraged him in pursuing his passion for stand-up comedy. I gave him everything he needed and most of what he wanted. I gave him everything I had. I did the very best I could. The part I do not understand: He is gone. He refuses to take my side with his children--even when they are clearly wrong. Disrespectful and unfair. And now he wonders if we can be just friends.
He is gone and they are gone (and my boys are gone for the holiday week-end). For the most part, I enjoy my own company. But, like most of you, my preference is not to be alone. But here I find myself. Alone.
I do not understand.