Holiday Depression

This Labor Day, I will be alone as my partner will be in Athens, Greece, visiting his mom and sister. Being alone involves, of necessity, eating alone, watching a movie alone, going to bed alone. I learned in the past when I was single to handle all of those things without being terribly lonely. However, my having overcome loneliness fails the test on holidays. Somehow or other, holidays regain the upper hand, and I become a holiday casualty. I am not only alone on holidays, but I am “alonely.” There’s a big difference between being alone and being alonely. “Alone” is just being separated from others; “alonely” is an emotional low that cannot be easily handled. My dad was a person who didn’t handle being alone well. When my mother died at an early age, he quickly located her replacement so that he wouldn’t be alone. I chose to be married to a lovely lady who was company to me for twenty-three years although she turned out not to be my partner for life. When we divorced, I worried about living my life alone. I lived alone for almost twenty years, and I did it rather well. I have enough confidence in myself to think that I’ll be okay most of the time Dimitris is gone, but holidays are pitfalls I can’t avoid. No more holidays alone, please, and I’ll be fine. It’s on holidays that I am “alonely”.



About bobosbest

I am an 80-year-old retired English teacher whose writing goals are fulfilled by publishing these blogs. I have a wonderful married partner, Dimitris Tsitsiras, who is from Greece. Life is good and still an adventure.
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