Hello everyone I haven’t been on here in awhile. So to say I guess I was doing okay for a awhile. Sometimes I guess in sobriety you could be okay then boom! Here comes all the emotions again. Trying to use my tools. I don’t think I’m ever gonna get over being scared of being hurt, I’ve been hurt over and over for so long. I think I don’t need any relationship. Because I can’t get over it. I’ve tried focusing on myself, tried self love, tried not feeling pity for myself. Sometimes when I’m alone I cry a lot, and alot of the times I’m alone everyday, my husband is only with me few hours a day, on weekends he just rests. I don’t have anyone to talk to. Seems we don’t even conversate anymore, it’s always about work or how are day was. And that’s it… I get lonely. I just hate this feeling… 
Hi crystal are there no sober groups near you that you can integrate yourself in to so that you can build things and friends in to your life to give you more things to do, it’s not easy I know🙏
Welcome back!
I’m going to echo Gareth. Explore some sober groups in your area. If it weren’t for the ladies I met in the rooms of AA, my life would be a lonely sober existence. I’ve been married for a very long time and our conversations often center around our day at work or our daughter and it’s mundane. But when I get out with the ladies, I’m a different person -full of life and fun. Family and work consumes most of my time, but I always have someone I can call when that lonely feeling hits me.
Actually there is… that’s a good idea… and especially I’ll be starting a new job working with others in addition 
Ahh … you’ve given me hope for myself thank you. I’ll be starting a new job in peer support for other ladies in addition so I know this will very much help me. I know we still need to be centered with other sobriety peers. To keep us going. 
You’re not alone, we all love you here 
I think AA is a great idea for you. I go to a women’s meeting, and I’m making friends for the first time in a LONG time recently. It’s like an instant family. 