The loneliness hits different when you used to always have someone to debrief with at the end of the day
Not sure if anyone else relates to this specific thing but it's been wrecking me lately. My ex and I had this ritual, every single night we would just sit and talk through the day. Nothing fancy, just what happened, what annoyed us, what was funny. It was so mundane I never even thought about it.
Now I get to the end of a long day and there is just nobody to tell any of it to. Friends are great but you can not call someone every night to recap your Tuesday. It feels needy and weird. And texting it out does not scratch the same itch.
The big stuff I expected to miss. The holidays, the trips, having someone in your corner during hard moments. That all hurts but I was bracing for it. This small daily thing blindsided me completely.
What I was not prepared for is how much those throwaway conversations were actually holding me together. They were the container for all the lowgrade noise in my head, and now that noise just sits there with nowhere to go.
Curious if others had a small daily habit like this that disappeared and ended up hitting harder than the obvious stuff. Not the big milestones, the tiny unremarkable things.