Misery

My kids are gone again for two weeks. I try to convince myself that I like the freedom. I try to have fun and be happy. But I just realized that I am doing what I always do when they are gone. I have no appetite and I can't sleep.

It isn't a conscious thing. I'm not sitting here worrying about them or feeling miserable. If I think about it though, I've got a knot in the pit of my stomach. But I guess I've just been ignoring that.

Feelings buried alive never die.

Well, I'm too tired tonight. "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow" - Scarlett O'Hara