I have never been one to mind being home alone. I used to like it actually. I have been before; my husband used to work midnights, so I was used to it a couple years ago. However, since my husband got a new job in 2017, I was never really home alone at night. My husband died unexpectedly a couple months ago. Since then, I have had family or friends stay with me. Tonight is the second night I have been alone. The first, I had my son here so I at least had some distraction. Well my son is with his grandma tonight since I have to be at work earlier than he would normally get up. So this is the first night I have been home completely alone since my husband died. I don’t know why, but I just can’t shake this restlessness. It’s not a feeling of being unsafe; I don’t feel threatened or anything. I just can’t get away from this weird uneasy feeling. Maybe it is just because this house feels too big and too empty without my husband here. I have felt that since he died, but it is more apparent when I am alone. When I’m alone during the day, I find myself trying to fond someone I can call or FaceTime so I don’t feel so alone. Obviously can’t do that at 2am. Sorry I just needed to vent. I’m not used to feeling like my stomach is in knots just because I’m here alone