This is the longest day of my life…
Jack Bauer’s got NOTHING on me! Yeah, maybe he’s off thwarting terrorists and being beaten to a pulp by the Chinese, but damn it, I miss my husband.
He left today. Two weeks until I can touch him again.
I don’t like this feeling. Not one tiny little bit. How do people handle this crap for over a year at a time? I guess if you have no choice, you make do. His absence just makes me realize how intertwined our lives are. I mean, that’s expected for a husband and wife, I guess, but he really is a part of almost everything I do. I haven’t been working all summer to boot, so we’ve spent boatloads of time together.
I equate this to someone ripping one of my limbs off. Well, with less blood. And risk of infection. But yeah, limb ripping.
