This is an update to my last post, A Personal Kind of Pain. My husband was packed, and ready to go. He was just waiting for the final details on his last minute plane tickets when he found out his orders had been canceled.
So he's still here.
I feel like a rung out rag of a women. I have cried every time I think about it for two days because I don't know what else to do. After being pulled one way and then another for so long it's hard to feel anything at all but at least I don't have to miss my best friend and cuddle mate, and that makes it much MUCH better than the alternative.