David left for Houston last Thursday.
And I can barely breathe when I think about how long it will be before I see him again.
I used to love being at home alone, catching up on work or chores or just laying on the couch watching the tv shows I know he cannot stand (i.e., Glee, Private Practice, and Grey's Anatomy...).
But I love being with him more, and I find myself crying often during the day. Or night. Or just whenever.
I'm pretty much miserable.
Despite the fact that I am sleeping better than I ever have...no elbowing him in the back in the middle of the night due to his snoring....
I know this is only temporary, I know the time will pass quickly, and I know I will, on some level, just get used to this and move on...
but for the time being, I am in a funk. And I really miss my husband.