I am not good. I think the technical term is 'depressed' but in my terms it's 'fucked'.
This weekend was rough in many unexpected ways. I was supposed to be in Texas with him, meeting the family. This meant that at any given moment I could look at the clock and think 'at this exact time I was supposed to have brunch with his mother'. Instead I was trying desperately to distract myself with anything I could get my hands on. I went to dinners, I went for drinks, I got a massage, hell I got a tattoo. Nothing worked. Nothing. Instead I am $400 poorer and depressed. Fun, huh?
I miss him. I miss us. I miss the person who I talked to 10 times a day.
I'm just really sad. This weekend kicked my ass good and proper. Hope yours was better than mine.