I’m impatient. I want him here with me and he’s busy loving me and trying to make me happy by fitting in all that he can into the car. He’s been delayed by packing my things into the car and I am screaming internally that they are THINGS and all I want is him.
He’s finally said the words that he’s moving forward with culling his belongings and he knows he’s going to have to let the house go. He is in too deep a hole to climb out of by himself. He said it’s a shame because it should have been more income for us as a rental or getting it sold, but he’s not seeing it happen and that’s had him hurting. I think that’s why I liked that meme I found “Don’t make a home in your pain.” We have a house, we have an income, we need to move forward.
And I need him on the road because I am a jealous wife. I am jealous of his sleep, his time spent on anything besides me right now. What a bitch I am in my head – I have made up my mind to love him in the very best way I can while he is here with me – I want him to KNOW beyond doubt that he is missed and needed and longed for, and necessary to our lives. We are suspended in time waiting for him and no one is living – not him, or me, while we are apart. I need my other half.
Broken record much?