Smackdown

If I had a big, male shoulder into which I could snuggle up and hide from the world, I would go there in a heart beat. And I would stay there for hours and hours. Or if my father was alive, I would ask him for a hug and listen to him talk. And all would be good.
But I don’t have a man and I don’t have a father. So I will pick myself up and start the day anew, but not tonight. Tomorrow I’ll get up off my ass and face it all. Tonight I am going to go curl up in bed and lick my wounds.