Bo is my best friend. He's the one I want to talk to when I'm having a good day, a bad day, or any kind of day in between. I need to share my thoughts and ideas and frustrations with someone, and he's usually the recipient of most of it because . . . well, because. He's my husband and my best friend. The one who understands me more than anyone else, even though I don't think anyone can understand anyone else completely. He usually sees what I need, and does his best to provide it -- whether it's a mid-afternoon nap or a big hug.
This past 10 days has been difficult for me communication-wise. First I was gone and while we texted and spoke to each other, we didn't have any long conversations as there was much going on. And now he's gone and very busy and our opportunity for conversations has been extremely limited. Okay, non-existent. I've done my best to wait for his calls . . . and then they've been quick "How was your day. Fine. And yours? Oh, wait, I've got another call . . . I'm expected somewhere . . . I am distracted by shiny things and need to hang up but I'll call you back" and then he doesn't.
I'm not angry, but I am lonely and missing his companionship. Because I do have a need to talk and communicate and share and he's not here and not available either. So while I'm not angry, I'm frustrated. And, I realize that even though I've always said I wouldn't re-marry I think I would go crazy if I didn't, so I'm not going to say that anymore. Sorry, babe.
Sunday can't come soon enough.