I'm taking a break from the holiday family gathering. 

The whole drive up the coast this morning I was dreading this.  Don't get me wrong, I love my family.  But my parents don't know about me being gay, and they never will.  They don't get my hints that I'm tired of their comments about me being in my 30s and single.  I try to stop worrying so much about what they think and roll with it, but with my mood yesterday and how hard things are for me lately, I knew it would be like the proverbial straw. 

So here I am to take a break, hide from everyone, and blog. 

Not much more to say than that. 

I broke up with my serious girlfriend. It was tough and heartbreaking. But it was the right thing to do. Not for any religious reasons, but right for me and my personal and emotional well being.

I don't regret my choice at all. But I am fighting loneliness and emptiness. Which is hard for me to comprehend. Not only do I have many wonderful, loving, supportive people in my life ... But I don't need other people to "make me happy".

Yet there is something about "that part" of my heart that speaks so deeply to me. And when I look around for someone else to possibly fill that role, no one seems to interest me.

Guess we'll see if time really heals all wounds.