When DN leaves, I almost instantly have no idea what to do with my life. Every time he has to stay gone for a long while, or every time he has to go home (“Home #1” as I call it) I have to talk myself into accepting it.
I can even talk myself into feeling good about it. I give myself delusions that while he’s gone, I’ll get so much done!
However, reality hits pretty hard. As soon as he walks out the door, I fall into despair.
I manage to handle myself for the first hour or two… I do a few chores, cook a decent lunch, get caught up on some networking I’ve been putting off. Then I start slowing down… Laundry seems like a big task, I only have enough energy to cook maggi, and start to avoid my phone and computer.
Eventually I just lose myself in a spell of withdrawal, and sleep my sorrow away.
It is, perhaps, one of the biggest downfalls to not yet being married to my true love.
When he returns, he’s truly a sight for sore eyes! No matter how bad I started to feel in his absence, my heart starts to beat faster when he comes to the door – and as soon as I see him, I am filled to the brim with happiness and love!