It’s come around all too fast again. I’m left feeling empty, alone and down right bored. The house seems to echo with the quietness reverberating off every wall, even though the boys are playing happily. It gets worse when it’s dinner time, no one to bother feeding but me (Ian rarely eats what I put in front of him). What’s the point of making the effort? When next Saturday rolls around, the clock will tick again–until then, everything’s still and quiet.
Any time Bryan and I are apart, I worry enough for three women. I always dread something bad is going to happen because we’re not together, like that would somehow prevent a tragedy.
He’s in Quebec as we speak at the Company’s Canadian site, taunting me with finding a Curry House and showing me the bill. I wonder what nicety he’ll bring me home…until then, I’ll scuff my feet and sigh loudly.