
People often ask us, "Are you really as happily married as you seem?" Well, the answer to that is Absolutely.
It may sound sappy, but this woman is my world.
It's 3:39 AM on night 11 of her being gone, and once again I find myself unable to sleep. Torn by my selfish desires that I need her home, and the understanding that she is there as mother to the rest of our children. I struggle to find a comfortable routine. It's not the fact that I am trying to handle my list of obligations, as well as hers. It's not the fact that if it weren't for Hardee's, some men would starve. As a matter of fact, caring for our children and the absence of a domestic partner doesn't phase me one bit. On the contrary, I am quite enjoying the time that I must make to actually stop and spend the time often forsaken with our children. To me, it's just that a piece of me is missing when she is not by my side.
So, I'm not sure if I will actually publish this post, but I'm thinking that it's cheaper than a shrink.
I love you, Michelle. The kids are fine, but I miss my friend.