My husband and I are on a break. A six month break. I’m going to visit friends and just…do a bunch of shit I’ve always wanted to do. First thing on deck? Visit my buddy Rain in Washington. I leave Tuesday and I can’t wait!
I could focus on all the negatives of a separation but where’s the fun in that? Six months will pass by and we’ll either be married or we won’t be. And life will keep moving on because it HAS to. As much as I love him, I have to love myself equally as much. And for the next six months, it’s about me. I can’t wait.