My bf has had to go to Belfast today for work. He doesn't work away too often, this is only the 3rd time this year, and one of the times I went with him, but this time I have to stay home. I took him to the airport this morning, hugged him as he went to board his flight, and I've been ok all day, until he rang me about an hour ago. Then it hit me - I have 4 nights on my own, till he comes home on Saturday, and that is such a depressing thought. I am missing him so much aleady, and it's only the first day.
I have a friend calling tomorrow afternoon, and I'm back at work myself on Thursday and Friday, so maybe the days won't be too bad, but the nights are going to be so lonely. After over 20 years of sleeping alone, I've got used to having him next to me, and the bed is going to seem very empty wiithout him in it. I doubt I'll sleep very well tonight, or the rest of the week.
I don't want to sound as though I'm wishing my life away, but Saturday afternoon, when I'll be picking him up from the airport, just can't come soon enough for me.
Linda