love me on a weekend

You know what really was bugging me today? It was jealousy. Downright all consuming jealousy. Come out and be counted you little green eyed monster!
It was Saturday. The weekend and once again here I am all alone. Like every other sodding Saturday. I watched the men with their partners shopping and putting petrol in the car and talking together. Yep, that's the bit I'm jealous about most. The 'having someone who loves you' to talk to.
Come to think of it, I was actually married to someone for 11 years and we hardly talked at all.
Maybe that's the whole crux of why I think I need someone.
Maybe I just want to be loved. And not just on a Saturday either. I'd quite like to be loved on a Wednesday too.
Is that Too much to ask?