This is the last day I spent with my husband. Tomorrow he goes in a residential rehab program, and then I will be living alone with the kids, my two jobs, and my messy house (and slightly insane, misunderstood dog).
So how did we spend it? Well, I was sick from working all night and being up over 30 hours, so I slept most of it away. He watched football. Any attempts at conversation ended up in tears on both sides.
Then I got up, tried to make a meal - with too many substitutions, I could not even stand to eat it. And then I got ready for work, and came back to work the 8:30pm to 8:30am shift.
Was it Kahlil Gilbran who said, Let there be spaces in your togetherness?
What if the spaces are within yourself?