The only friends I have are 200 miles away. My bestest is 2000 miles away. I try to tell him how I'm scared, I'm sad, and I'm lonely only to get the response that my misery is making him sad. How my complaining is a slap in the face for all he is doing. I'm not allowed to feel, out loud at least. I love my husband and I know he loves me too, but when I have no one to talk to, i can't help but try to make a plan for myself and my children. When is he going to come home? I have no freaking clue. For all I know, he will travel year round. He wants to make money for us, which I understand. This job has given him more money than we have ever made before. Financially, he is there. Physically and emotionally, he is absent. That is why it is so hard.
I never want it to feel like I am taking Josh for granted, because I'm not. I am feeling selfish by wanting my husband back. We would suffer in our relationship if he came back to work a stupid low paying job. I miss him so much, but we are suffering now by being apart. There is never a win. I can never have it both. Why can't we be the well-off family who lives in the awesome house, with awesome jobs, and a set future? Color me green people. Here, I am surrounded by that. It is shoved in my face every day.
Until next time,
Sandy
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