Tomorrow.

 As of tomorrow I will have been single for a year.

It has been a pretty shit year, but one in which I have said "I've been single too long" with much, much less frequency than I caught myself saying it and then having to correct myself in the years before.

I am glad to have that arsehole out of my life - but worry a little about how little interest I have in ever letting another human that close.

Society says I am supposed to want romance, and I do rather fear eternal loneliness.  But.....

Being single and not remotely mingling has left my less depressed than I was, I think.  But maybe more sad.

And this year of COVID has been pretty lonely, but I persist.