14 days

-That’s half of 28 days and 1/3 of the zombies-

That’s how long I was home alone for. There was a bit of sadness in the beginning, but that soon turned into elation. I love the man I married, but I love the woman I thought I had lost along the way. I am such a heinous bitch, but I love my heinousness and my bitchosity. I love MY time and making (wrong) decisions all by my lonesome. I enjoyed re-finding myself and doing what the heck I pleased. Not that I don’t do that when Ben’s around, but like in every relationship, there is compromising (and sex). For two weeks i went without both.

And I can’t wait to have him back, now that I know I’m fine by myself. I will spend the weekend attached to the man. And sleeping. I need so much sleep. I am waiting for his flight to take off, so I can go to bed and get me some hours of sleep. I’ll try not to oversleep,  but I’ve left him at the airport once (he’ll never make me forget that), so I can’t trust myself. The trick is to not feed the cats, they’ll take care of letting me know it’s time to wake up.

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