A has been gone for 7 days, 5 hours, and 3 mins, and is still uncertain as to when he will return home from his work trip. It is likely that it will be another week before I get to see him. The indeterminate amount of time he will continue to be away weighs heavy on my heart. With our married life falling into a routine, I had almost forgotten how much I rely on being able to tell A about my day and feel his strong arms around me. It makes his absence seem even bigger.
Now I am not one to admit that I need help, or that I am dependent upon another person. But I rely on A and his presence in my life. At first, I was
And to top it off, I started feeling sick today. My throat and ears ache and I find myself wrapped in a blanket of self pity. I am home. alone. sick.
It may seem silly as my life is really not that bad. I know many a military spouse who has it far worse than I, and people who struggle with illness much more severe than a cold. But tonight I do not find comfort in these thoughts. I am like a small child who only wants one thing and nothing else will make them happy.
I want A home to take care of me.