Tim is off at G’s bachelor party and I have been left on my own. We had discussed this earlier in the week and I encouraged him to stay over instead of coming home and Risk driving after a few drinks. It is a very rare thing that Tim goes out with the boys and it gave me the chance to do some laundry and watch what I wanted to watch on TV….or so I thought.
I have just spent the last 30 minutes walking around the house sobbing, like I’ve lost a pet. There is no reason for me to be feeling this way, we live in a safe neighbour hood, so safe in fact that we often sleep with the front door open.
I wouldn’t call it being scared but I do feel vulnerable, uncertain, I miss feeling secure that my husband is in the house. It is all rather stupid but I can’t help feeling so very alone and almost like he doesn’t care…..oh the joys of pregnancy hormones.
I feel like calling him and begging him to come home, so that I will feel more safe……but I will resist and have a nice shower, read in bed then go to sleep.
