Sleeping alone sucks...knowing that my entire family is going on without me is a tough tough pill to swallow. When i am there, i feel like i have somewhat of a home. But i do not. It is an illusion. I am very much homeless at this point.
For me, waking up in the morning, knowing that she is probably happier that i am not there is like a sledgehammer to the gut.
11 years of marriage and all that seems to matter is the recent not so good times. I always thought that marriage was supposed to be about pulling each other out from the quicksand, but apparently now a days its so much easier to just call it quits. Wow, how naive can I be?
I miss my wife today. I miss the good times and even the bad ones because i got to come home.
HOME.
That is what being married to someone is about. Being HOME. God i wish i could be HOME.
