I Ate Alone

Last night, I ate sup­per alone.  Today, I ate lunch alone.  At lunch, I took out my book, and I read a few pages as I was eat­ing.  It was really nice.  It was relax­ing, and I loved not talk­ing to any­one while I ate.

Last night, before I left the house, Kael said some­thing to me about sup­per and won­der­ing who I was going to eat with.  I said, “I’m going to eat by myself.”  He just looked at me.  I think to him that sounded awful and maybe even like a pun­ish­ment.  I said some­thing incred­i­bly intel­li­gent like, “It’s okay.  I’ll like it.” or “I want to be by myself.”  I’m not sure he was convinced.

Today when I went to lunch (thanks, Grandma!), he didn’t ask where I was eat­ing or who I was eat­ing with.  I was a lit­tle afraid if I told him that I was going to eat alone (again) that he was going to insist on com­ing with me.  :)

Per­spec­tive is a funny thing.