I feel like I am the loneliness person on the planet. I was in my home for three weeks, one week terrible sick, and not one word of a lie, if I was thought about a handful of times just in general that was all. My in-laws, who live next to me, were more afraid of catching the “plague” as they called it than asking me if I needed something picked up at the store. Since my dad passed no one speaks of him. Doesn’t anyone know the depths of grief. It’s all fun and games all the time. I envy their zest and positiveoutlook on life but, I also see them covering up their true selves and that doesn’t help me and certainly does not do them any favors.