For a brief moment on Monday afternoon, I forgot that Prince Charming was gone.
It was a busy Monday – which I’m typically thankful for because since Prince Charming’s accident, I really intensely dislike Monday. Hate is such a strong word that I don’t really like to use it in this case especially since it’s not Monday’s fault for how I feel.
I had six things on my mind at once – again a blessing in disguise most of the time – and all of a sudden I had the thought “I wonder if he’d like to go to Steak & Shake for date night?”
For a split second my heart was happy . . . and I reached for my phone to send him a text . . . and then I remembered. He won’t answer that text. His number has been disconnected. He’s gone . . . and this time for good.
And it was like it had just happened all over again.
And so began one of the hardest weeks I’ve had in a while. I forgot he was gone . . . and this week is the 3rd anniversary of him moving back to Ohio . . . and I’ve spent the day today doing estate stuff . . .
I’ve been told there would be days like this . . . I guess I didn’t really believe it . . . I sure do now.