Faring Better on My Own

I'm an only child. I am the youngest of 5. Twenty-four years separate myself and my eldest sister. It wasn't until my first cousins moved down from Virginia and New York that I experience the regular company of kids my age. But for most of my childhood I was alone. I had friends at school, and i could play with my cousins on the weekends, but I grew accustomed to the solitary life. Fifteen years later and not much has changed; except that its me +1. You can see Him physically, hopefully you can see Him in me, but he's here. When I'm alone, my heart reaches out to Him. I look to him to satisfy my longing for human company--and he does. I'm enjoying the process of getting to know Him. Satan knows this too because for the past 3 - 4 weeks I've been bombarded with invitations for male company, which previously would have been a feat of the greatest order. And I began to let someone in. Just as friends but you know how that goes. I told my dad that wanted to share all my joy and sorrow and excitement with him. I wanted Him to be the outlet for my emotional vicissitudes. But I noticed that during the brief time he and I were relating that things changed between myself and my father. Now that it's over Dad and I are back on the up and up. I want to give him everything in me.