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I know I should write about my trip to NYC with my hubby, but I can't do it. I had a good time, but right now I am just in a funk. We got home a few hours ago and without the distractions of the big city my mind keeps running back to him. I have spent hours wondering how he is doing, how he is coping, etc. I know I have to stay away, that no good can come from contacting him but that doesn't stop my overwhelming desire to make it better, or to try to ease his pain.
In my head I know that nothing I can do can erase the hurt I have caused him, but my heart tells me to go to him and hold him and tell him that it will get better.
Perhaps ice cream could help.
In my head I know that nothing I can do can erase the hurt I have caused him, but my heart tells me to go to him and hold him and tell him that it will get better.
Perhaps ice cream could help.