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Holiday Leave
He's home for the holidays. I picked him up on Sunday, and I have to drop him off at the airport on the fourth around three-ish. He's excited to be back home, and I'm excited to have him home ( Read more... ) -
I miss him.
Most days I walk around my house like there is a huge void. I go to the bar and work my shift, come home, clean, go to the gym, go to bed, repeat. The dogs are keeping me preoccupied, but not happy. It's like, a huge chunk of me has been ripped out. I had no idea how badly I would hurt when he was gone ( Read more... ) -
Nick leaves in ten days.
And I'm ready for it. In the last nine months, I've cried, and stewed, and searched everything I could on the internet. And, I'm as ready as I can be for my husband to move 1000 miles away for almost a year ( Read more... ) -
Home Sweet Home
Well, in the past two months, we went back north, found a house that we fell in love with, packed up our house in Kentucky, and moved five hundred miles north ( Read more... ) -
Changes, Changes, and then to change it up, more changes.
Nick has joined the army.
Right?
What in the actual fuck is going on.
About a month ago, he came home from teaching a class, sat down next to me on the couch as I was folding laundry and goes:
I can't do this. I can't teach these kids for the rest of my life. They don't even pay attention. I feel like I'm rambling the same stuff everyday to a ( Read more... )