How we hide the hurt inside

My boys are gone for the week with their dad to Minnesota.
I miss them.

Most of my friends are gone for Christmas break.
I miss them.

I don't know if you would say that I'm depressed... but I'm definitely in a funk.

I went to deliver some clothes that Sam had grown out of to a friend of mine.

We talked (and cried) about how our divorces have changed us and the lives we once knew... how we never thought we would be spending holidays alone... how we might be spending the rest of our holidays alone.

Depressing, I know.

I don't normally let this hurt show.
I normally bury it deep within ...because no one wants to hear about your hurt.

But today, it is up on the surface and raw.
...because I'm taking down Christmas.
... because I'm feeling a little lonely and a little nostalgic.

So forgive me that I don't have a quick witted story to share today... it's just not in me.