Wishing I were celebrating
Today is the 8th anniversary of the day Mark and I officially became a couple. And I did really well, emotionally, all day. Till now. It's the evening, the time where on an ordinary day Mark would be sitting on the couch in half of his uniform, watching TV and snuggling with the kids while I cooked dinner.
A little over an hour ago, Amaris saw through our sliding glass door that someone was coming to the building in cammies and she said, "LOOK, Mommy, my DADDY!"
It broke my heart. Like, into a billion pieces.
Pair that with the fact that I was supposed to get a phone call this afternoon from him, during which I had planned to tell him "Happy anniversary!"... but he didn't call. I'm sure he has some great excuse, but for the moment I am just so disappointed that I didn't get to talk to him like he said I would.
All day I did so well. I took a shower, I got myself dressed (mostly), I was productive! And then before I knew it, I was crying again. I'm ready for a fast-forward button.
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