I miss my H. Deep, deep within my soul. I miss the way his eye crinkle when he laughs. I miss the way he would dance along to music when cooking, getting ready for work, cleaning, etc. I miss his cooking (god, do I miss his cooking. Bless him - because I do not have the patience that he has). I miss the warmth of his body. I miss watching him gain confidence in himself in Crossfit.
But most of all, I miss talking to him. Not even about serious stuff. About the shenanigans in our lives and with our respective families. We're going on day like 9,000 of decorating for the holidays at work. The level of glitter and fake garland is unthinkable. H would get a kick out of it. I would love to talk to H about it. But I can't. It's also my 1 year anniversary of working at my job today. We probably would've worked out and then gotten take out to celebrate.
Instead, I'm writing here. I suppose I could get takeout after my workout tonight. But it's not the same.
This blows. Hard.
/whiny post.
M:32,H 32 T:10, M5 BD/H Move Out: 9/2014 - extreme anger H Mental Illness Diagnosis: 4/15 Served D Papers: 10/15 Divorced: 11/15
