Today has been a long day. Extremely long. I've been on my butt on the couch since I got home from work.
I'm feeling kind of lonely, and I am missing the touch of a man. My H, to be exact. I know that longing for him isn't going to do me much good so I am trying to push those thoughts from my mind.
Like I posted earlier, a lot of emotions at C today. My C thinks there is a reason why he hasn't answered me when I've asked him when he's coming to get the rest of his things, but she isn't sure what the reason is.
I'm pretty sure I know why. He's a procrastinator and he's lazy, that's why.
On Thursday marks 2 years since WLS for me, and I remember how anxious/scared/excited I was leading up to the date. My H was my biggest supporter. He held my hand up until they brought me into the OR and my stepmother said he was very anxious the entire time I was having the procedure. I remember waking up and wanting him, and he was right there. He spent every night I was in the hospital with me. His bed was extremely uncomfortable but he never once complained.
It's amazing how things turn to sh*t.
"Everyone you meet has baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack." ¤Formerly DelinquentGurl¤
