I had a realization today, on the marta (I'm in Atlanta til tomorrow) ... I realized that I don't exactly miss my husband so much as I miss having someone to share things with and tell them that I love them, and hold them and kiss them, and I miss being able to say "My Husband" or talk about looking forward to seeing my husband, or this and that. I miss wanting to look at his pictures. I miss being able to look at our wedding photos with happiness.
But do I miss HIM?
I don't really think so.
I miss who he used to be, for sure, but I've been missing that man for so long that I'm used to it, it's nothing new.
I don't miss my husband.
I miss marriage.
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Have a good safe trip!
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