I’m going home to an empty house for, what feels like, the millionth time…in reality it’s not, but I’ve noticed how much I hate my “alone” time right now. All I want to do is spend time with the one I love and all he wants to do is something else. We’re already on different schedules 3 out of the 5 work days each week. I’m clinging to every minute I get to spend with him and it feels like he doesn’t mind throwing the minutes away. I’m probably just being selfish and unfair, but I’ve waited 11 years to be able to spend time ALONE with him and now, even though he’ll say it isn’t the case, he’s never here…

Guess it’s dinner for one again tonight…