March 14, 2009
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I’m having a rough weekend. G hasn’t been home since… Thursday? I can’t remember. I thought he was coming home today, and we would actually get to spend some time together, but no. I was all excited, and then there was no phone call, no text, no him. And I’ve pretty much been depressed ever since he told me he had to stay another night at camp. He says all he has to do tomorrow is attend a 0600 meeting, but I know how that goes. He’ll go to the meeting, someone will ask him to do something, he’ll do that, and that will lead into something else, then he’ll get talked into doing night driving training and I won’t seem him until Tuesday (that’s a literal statement, he has to work Monday night so he won’t be home). I wouldn’t be so upset, except that I work the next three weekends, and I haven’t seen him on a weekend for two weeks now – pretty much since we moved. I’m not happy.
I really hate sleeping alone. Plus, we’ve only got two more months together, then I leave, and I absolutely hate anything that takes him away from me. Dammit, it’s just not fair.
I know I should be working on the house, but I just can’t find the motivation to do it. I just want to curl up on the couch and wait for G to come home. Nothing worse than feeling pathetic.
later