It’s been a while since I posted properly. Partly that’s because it has felt like I am alive and functioning but not really present whilst Jim’s away.
I have thought a lot about this phenomenon. It’s not just that I get lonely, which, of course, I do. It’s not just because the other half of my heart is thousands of miles away and, no matter what, I can’t go to him or even that I have to do everything on my own.
It’s because I’m worried sick constantly. And I can only admit this to myself now that he’s on his way home. How can I describe it to you if you haven’t experienced it? Continue reading