I am grateful that my husband has a job. I really am. But when he leaves in the morning and doesn't come home until its dark outside, its hard to be grateful. It helps that with classes I have been taking both during the summer and school starting this week again, I have homework and things to keep my mind preoccupied, but it still doesn't totally cure it. I miss him. I miss him a lot.
And I know my situation could be worse. I am thankful my husband isn't in Afghanistan, a trucker, a pilot, etc. Nonetheless, I love my husband and I want to be with him.
I guess I will just work on winning the lottery so he can say goodbye to Starbucks.
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