Abandoned nests and/or meeting with a

Me 55 years, I wake up in the middle of the night from the tension in the entire body, my hands the authoriites had a quilt, I want them to withhold something, to call someone for help, but already some … And here's me meets the solitude. Only now I can make out his features. And then I freeze up in surprise: they are familiar to me! I felt his breath on her cheek, when my mother died, this is it for me step in the mirror in the fortieth anniversary of the day when the morning without makeup, I tried to make out the face wrinkles that appear among the girls, which I was once. This loneliness has been protecting me with his head when my trehletka passed away quietly in the garden and not turned it order me deep in my stomach when I decided to have a baby. I saw the University crowd, this shape tolknuvšuû me embrace the future husband. Solitude vlivalo narâžalo alcohol and partying, it perelistyvalo smart pages books in adolescence and harassed at night.

I ran from him all his life and society helped me by suggesting proven ways. And when the children grew up and close pension, what then? This is not taught me. How to escape from it?

Does not work. Open the window at night, sit down at the table, invite him.

-Well, come! I will not run.

What are you doing to me? I have only now am I? Yes, I see.

Just me disposing of those like on live, and then only for me to judge whether those years filled with. Only I have the case to itself, and thus all the love to yourself now, as did it for others.

Yes, I've seen you many times before significant events in my life, why did you come unto me?

To say the same thing? It was all so ever?! And at 13, and at 17, and 22, and 30, and 40?

I've always been host to itself? ONLY I was host? Or a WHOLE I was my own little or a lot? Loneliness, you invariably and inevitably, only I can be with you till the end before thy face. I have a I. Thank you! "

Me 28 years, I wake up at 9 am relaxed and filled. Something looks at me through the slanting rays of the morning. Now I know this is my loneliness. It dreamed me and gave the opportunity to live life over again, any turning point not escaping from him in marriage, kids, career, empty chores, and turning to face him, and to himself, living life as only I can and want to.

Inspired by life, work with customers and pâtidesâtiletnimi book Âloma Irwin "peering into the Sun"

Anna Negreeva