I find myself looking forward to the possibility that my H might call tonight, and I don't want to do that. I seriously spent 9 months making sure I basically had no expectations. H moves out and I suddenly feel like I'm acting like a puppy who hasn't been fed.
I don't want to act like that. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to hear his voice. I miss him like nobody's business. *sigh*
Headed to a Condo Association meeting to distract myself, then I'll try to find something on TV to distract me.
