Tomorrow morning my husband will be getting on a plane and going clear across the world for his career. We do need the money, but I wish there was a better way. I wish I could say that I made his last few days with the family a memorable one, but I simply pushed him away. I told him we couldn’t have sex because I was on yeast infection treatment (oddly enough, that treatment ends tonight). I didn’t go out with him on Valentine’s Day because I wasn’t feeling well. I just moped around and whined about having to do classwork and study for an exam. I’m a great wife, huh?

This will come back to me, I know it. Some day. And I shouldn’t be surprised when it does. Just a little bit of shock.

I’m not making sense anymore, so that’s my cue to get to bed. How I wish tomorrow would never come.