Broken
Broken.... that's how I feel. My heart aches so deeply that it feels hard to breathe. My husband still isn't home and some days I grieve him not being here so deeply that you'd think he had died. I've grieved so much I've lost 60 pounds. I long for the day when my husband returns home. I haven't had a hug, a kiss, and "I love you" in 4 months. God this hurts so much. Some days I feel almost dead inside because I've cried and hurt so much. My emotions are raw and some days they run rampant. I know that God promised to restore our marriage and I stand firmly on that promise. The thing is it's easy to say, harder to live. He could be home tomorrow for all I know, but for today, my heart aches. My heart aches for the good morning I didn't get to hear, for the have a good day that wasn't spoken, for the loving connection two people can share. Our bed is empty without "us". I hate it, I'd rather sleep on the couch than in it alo...