I have the weekend off. J and the girl left this morning to visit his parents. They will return around dinner time tomorrow evening, but until then I am just me. I ought to shop, to read, to drink coffee and laugh. To wear sunglasses and do things I haven’t done in ages because of the girl.
I am not doing any of it. I am sitting in the apartment, thinking way too much and reminding myself of the tears I shed last night. I am drinking tea and wondering just how early I can go to bed.
While I wait for my husband and child to come home bringing a few rays of sun, I wish I had a hand to hold and the ability to always look on the bright side.