Day 8 of being alone. Hubby couldn't make it home this weekend. He's 900 and some odd miles away. He says he'll be home early this weekend, early Thursday, but I doubt it. I was ok at first but now its getting hard. I go from angry to depressed to furious in seconds. I hate it. I just want him home. I went out to lunch with my old boss, trying to get in some social contact. It just made going home worse. I laid on the floor for a half hour, not having the energy to get up. When my husband hadn't called by 11pm, I sent hun a text saying goodnight. I was too upset to talk to him. Now I'm watching Body Of Evidence and once again trying to drink until I either stop feeling hurt or fall asleep. This is getting exhausting.
