Two together

I woke up in my own bed, alone this morning. Not that unusual at all. And yet recently I have been noticing that I no longer feel alone.

From a very young age I noticed how different we all are and how that made me feel very separate, very alone. But not in a bad way. In just a very singular way. Maybe everyone feels this?

I guess parenthood made me feel even more alone. I saw our family unit as very different from others around us. Not in a bad way. In fact I enjoyed it. Still do. When in a relationship, I never felt terribly attached. Yet again, not in a bad way. Enjoyed the company, once felt (briefly) I SHOULD finally settle down (crazy term as I was already very settled), thankfully it didn't happen.

Today was Fenner's penultimate day of his forties, he had arranged to meet with some friends in Manchester, so after work we headed to the train station. Couple of years ago I signed up for the Two Together railcard as we were travelling around together frequently. So instead of £18 return it cost us under £12. Who doesn't love a discount?

And then as we sat across from one another on the train, I had an overwhelming surge of happiness. There I was, alone and yet together. And it's a bit bloody perfect, for me. Then to watch him with his friends that evening was a treat, we are lucky to have such lovely people around us.

S