Lost

I am realizing that I really haven't built much of a life for myself.

What do I have that I can call a life? I haven't owned any experience. The things I cared the most about and put the most effort into were all home-oriented. And now my home is gone. I have nothing else. I didn't create anything elsewhere.

All I seem to want to do is have my own home, and to work to make it mine, and to fill it with children and care for them. I have no interest in anything else except returning to Japan. I don't care about finding a new job. In fact, the idea of finding a new job just makes me feel like a loser. Can't get a job, and when I do finally get one, can't keep it. I don't really want to go through it all again. Especially since I can't think of one thing--one thing--that I would even want to do.

I'm just stranded, adrift, with nothing but Sean to cling to. And he's got his own support structure, which, while it includes me, is not limited to me. He can sit in the bedroom for hours and play his game. Meanwhile, I wander from room to room looking for something to occupy my mind, and finding nothing.