Light

Things will get better. I’m counting days and weeks until my job and this semester are over, until I can do and worry about absolutely nothing beside what’s on TV today and when my boy is getting home from work.
This past week was the worst of my life without question, however I we got through it. I say we, because.. I wouldn’t have made it through without him. We don’t always see eye to eye, we fight and throw things and slam doors. But I would be lost without him, completely and utterly lost. He’s been my savior and my safety.
When things seem at their darkest I try to remember how it felt, wanting him so badly, but being 6000 miles away. And then focus on the fact that I finally have him. He’s mine, right here, and not just on a phone line. And when we lay in bed together and talk and roll around and laugh, he’ll put his hand on my back and I’ll be so thankful just to be able to do that. To be married to him, to have him for ever, it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever had in my life.
Finals are next week. Things will get better. For the first time, in a very long time, there is light in the tunnel. And I promise it’s not just the liquor saying that.