Two days have passed and I’m starting to lose patience. I have no idea when my husband will return and neither does Ann says anything regarding my husband’s return.
I am waiting for him desperately but there is no news from him at all. As usual, he is again ghosted.
“Arghhh…” I vomit all the food that I had eaten for dinner. Anxiety, I guess. Whenever I feel anxious I would throw up pretty bad.
Weakly, I crawl to my bed and then hide under the duvet. The warmth I get was not very relaxing but at least it will help me to sleep but I really miss my husband's warmth, I touch the right side of the bed beside me where Andrew always use to sleep but now he is nowhere and neither I could feel his warmth at all.
Sigh, I again get covered with sadness and grief, and then slowly I fall into a deep sleep.
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“PAIN”