Tears

I have cried everywhere in this dang city.
Last summer I would take a lunch break and just plop myself down on the lawn at Bryant Park and lay there and just let it out. Tears, tears. Sun beating down on me, beautiful summer day and I would lay there looking up at the beautiful buildings of mid-town. Hating all those passer-buyers who had no clue of my loneliness. I still have a hard time with all the happy couples that I see.
The quietness of Chelsea Piers is soothing. Must be the most quiet place in the city. Four o'clock on a Saturday afternoon is a great time to spend there. I've noticed you don't even hear the loudness of the city!! I've gone there many times to just cry. No one hardly around and if there is,
no one can tell I'm crying because I have my sun glasses on. But this location like many in our city that could be such a romantic city, if you have a significant other, can be full of happy couples strolling along the waterfront enjoying their time together. God, just slit my wrist!!!
There for awhile almost every evening as soon as I would get on the six train the tears would come???
I just want everyone to know, this
Is a horrible age to be alone! I'm suppose to be married and happy at this age?! Enjoying my children as they start to travel into adulthood and leave the nest?! This divorced thing of my generation that is sooo rampant among us f.... n Sucks!!! What the hell happened to my dreams of happiness?!!