I just realized I did this all wrong. I mentioned before about the day I have to drive away being the worst. And I let myself be a baby and cry all I want. That day is today. And I should’ve pampered myself a little. I should have reserved a little nicer room, something to take the sting out of this awful, awful feeling and the tears that pop up at every little thing.
But tomorrow will be better. I will get The Boy back after two weeks (TWO WEEKS!), and I will get to see his smiling face and hear his laugh again.
And as The Man has reminded me several times today (he always calls me a few times on this day, I think to try to cheer me up), there are only about five months until we don’t have to do this anymore. Which is really something good, because this gets so much harder every single time.
So tonight I will watch sappy Lifetime and Oxygen movies, do my nails, and hang out in my bathrobe in my hotel room. Tomorrow, I pick up my little partner and chip away at those last five months.