The adjustment period

I remember when I found myself alone in an apartment with two boys.
I had to get used to not having someone to share my day with.
I had to get used to making dinner on my own.
I had to get used to not feeling the weight of someone else next to me in bed.
I had to get used to being on my own.

But then... after a while it got easier and it was even nice to be able to run my own show. Sure those feelings of loneliness would creep up, but not for long. Never for long, because the boys kept me pretty busy.

I remember when I got engaged a few months back.
I knew I had to get used to sharing my day with someone.
I knew I had to get used to making dinner with someone else.
I knew I had to get used to feeling the weight of someone else next to me in bed.
I knew I had to get used to not doing it alone anymore.

I also knew... there would be an adjustment period.