Little stories everywhere, part two

I was in a tiny, rural diner yesterday. Next to my table were a man and woman, maybe in their 60s. The table was at right angles to mine, so I could see the woman’s face, and hear her clearly. Here is what she said:

I am so lonely.
You travel so much, and I am alone.
I try to fill that emptiness with other people, being sociable, but…
I have to get out of here.

I never heard the man say anything. They left in separate cars.