I must not abuse the ones I have. Socially, we're at a disadvantage. We can present to the world only what we are, be that good or bad. There is no finesse for presenting an image that is not real, to show ourselves in any better light. The social games that are played on all levels seem ridiculous to me now and totally beyond my emotional capabilities.
Small talk is tedious and the trivialities that make the world turn seem all but absurd.
I can only participate in open, honest relationships and will accept nothing less in return. Others are ready to see me move on. But for me, the pain is still acute, the enormity of my loss is only now becoming totally apparent. While my need for understanding is increasing with each passing day, the resources of most of my friends to help is nearly exhausted. Friendships based on my former life may or may not fill current needs on both sides.