I miss my husband so incredibly much! It's so hard living in the same house, knowing he's sleeping right upstairs and that I can't just go up and snuggle into his arms. Sharing a living space and not being able to reach out and touch him, or kiss him as he passes by. Not having his body pressed against me at night or his legs intertwined with mine as we sleep. Trying to come together to parent our kids - but not having family hugs, tickling/wrestling matches in our bed, family movie night. It's heart breaking.
Yesterday we had to take our son to the doctors - and not being able to reach over and hold his hand in the car was so hard.
Not hearing him say he loves me, or feeling his lips on mine, his strong arms comforting me. Not making love to him, or kissing him - is gut wrenching.
In the car yesterday, our daughter was telling a horrible joke and I looked over and saw his incredibly beautiful smile and my heart ached and my stomach twisted. When he smiles and his eyes light up - aaaaahhhhh - he's so sexy and handsome. I miss him. Terribly.
I miss us. I'm really struggling with our separation today. During the week when we are on opposite shifts, it's easier. I can harden my heart and push away the pain because he's not there as a reminder. But on the weekends - when we are home together - it's so painful.
Last weekend - I woke up Sunday morning at 5 am and had a strong desire to go up and snuggle in next to him. I needed to feel him. But I didn't because I was afraid of his reaction. I was afraid he'd reject me. And I guess I couldn't have blamed him.
That morning - I had to go up to his room to wake him up. This time I did crawl in next to him - and he pulled me into him and we held onto each other. I told him I missed him and started bawling. He said nothing - just held me and let me cry. Which was what I wanted. After about 10 minutes - embarrassed and ashamed, I got up out of his bed, went down to my bedroom, sat on the bed and just cried, uncontrollably. He came down and held me, comforted me. I didn't want to let go. I wanted to stay there, breathing him in, feeling him, loving him.
But life goes on and we had things to do. We went on that day and nothing had changed. We ran our errands with the kids, grabbed a quick lunch - but we barely talked and we didn't touch. There was no "I love you's," there was no quick kiss before he went to work, there was awkwardness and pain again. He left for work - and I cried.
I cry at least once a day - sometimes a thought, a memory, a song will just set me off. I've been able to control it around the kids. Most of the times it happens first thing in the morning (waking up alone sucks!) or when I'm at work. Visine is my best friend.
This separation is necessary - but heartbreaking.
I miss him.