I Hate That You Go...

I always feel torn. I am so proud of my husband and always have been. Travelling is part of his job, and he loves it. It's a big deal that he's the trusted representative of his department and go on these big trips. But I miss him so much when he's gone. The house is quiet, and it's lonely. I have plenty of friends, but it's not the same. I'm lonely without him.

It's hard to strike a balance between loving and supportive, and selfish and needy ;)