There was a time when just hearing my H's voice on the phone sent me running for Xanax and hiding in bed all day. Now, I just open a Wine Cooler and see what's on TV. That day will come for you.
The sad part, for me at least, is that as that day comes, you come to care less and less about the man. Not that you stop loving them, they just don't "rock your world" anymore. I'd rather watch a rerun of 2 1/2 men.
