And another thing: All this week I’ve been all “oh, I’m so tired,” but “hey, don’t feel sorry for me, because I am strong and whatever and I will tell a joke and we can all pretend that I’m not as pathetic as I seem!”
Then I read another thought-provoking post by Robin’s cousin. So I’m going to say what I’ve avoided saying all week.
I am not the super-modern woman who likes having her husband around but can do just fine without him. I am a happily (well, not right this minute, but, you know, generally) married woman who depends way more on her husband than she’d like to admit.
Really, it is so embarrassing to actually think I’m going to publish this. I can just hear all the single parents and military families saying, “You have no idea.” You’re right, I don’t. It’s completely selfish, but I hope I never do.
Blahblahblah independencecakes, etc. I can do what needs to be done. Or call my mommy and daddy. And of course I love my kids. But without Robin, I am really just killing time, and I’m lonely, and at the end of the day that is at the heart of all my other issues (this week).
It’s pretty stupid, posting this now when he’ll be home tomorrow.
Oh, well. Stupid is as stupid does, right Forrest?