I miss my husband. I'm lonely. It's lovely to have people checking up on me...but I still feel alone and lonely. The house is quiet. The bed is too big. And cold on the other side. The house is lacking boots sitting where I trip over them at night. There are no cammies sitting where ever he left them when he got home. No wet towel on the floor. No shaving cream in the sink. No toilet seat left up.
The weird things we miss.
Ok. I'm done now.