I got my husband back last weekend!

He was out of town for a whole week and I can’t really express how much I missed him. I mean, the week was fine. I got through it. I did everything that I planned on doing and wasn’t late for work or Crossfit. I ate my meals and went to bed on time. I kept up with my writing challenge.

But the apartment was so empty without him. And my bed was so cold.

My whole routine was off, because I had to make my own dinner instead of coming home to something hot and ready. I felt mechanical, as if I were just going through the motions to make it until he came back.

I held my emotions in abeyance, because to acknowledge how much I missed him would mean a long session of crying and I just didn’t want to do that. Not without him there to comfort me – and if he were there, then I wouldn’t need to cry!

Seems like it’s always like that, no matter how long he’s gone. I miss him terribly, but I do get through to the other side.

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