Day #6 - Stress Recovery - The Day I Sank Into Despair

David went to the station today.

It sucked.

You know, most of the time I am really happy just because my people are happy, but sometimes. Rarely, but sometimes, it just seems to shine a light on my own sadness when David is gone.

It usually happens on Sundays, when it seems everyone else around me has their whole family with them, except me, but David has to go to the stupid fire station and I hate it.

He’s been fighting fire for 25 years. You’d think I’d get past this.

NOPE!

Around here, Friday night is date night. Hannah and Devan. Joshua and Molly. Noah and David & I typically do something together or Noah and I or maybe I could just curl up and read? But nothing really felt satisfying.

I felt hollow all day. Sad. LONELY.

I know it’s just one day, and it’s supposed to be a day where I can do anything I want to do, but keeping it real? I just want to wallow in my sadness until my man is back home.

Until tomorrow……