Week one down.

A week ago from yesterday I was saying goodbye to my husband. I held him and kissed him before he had to leave my side. I watched him stand there, and I wanted so badly to steal him away. I watched him file away and load onto his bus. A week ago from today I was trying to carry on without him. To find a way to function without my best friend here with us. 


Week one is down. Plenty more to go. 


I'm not sure if I'm "adjusting". More like I'm "getting by". Some days are harder than others. 


I haven't really been able to talk to him since they moved. When he said he may be out of contact for a while. He called yesterday but at first I couldn't hear him and then he couldn't hear me. We barely got to talk. But I suppose that happens. He said he'd call me back, but nothing. I'm not mad or upset about it. I understand. I'm just waiting impatiently for the next brief time we can share a conversation. 


No matter where you go babe, I'm with you. Hopefully the weeks go by quickly.

- Rayne.