Don't Get Me Wrong

Don't get me wrong. Nothing's changed with how much I love my husband. I guess this may be just a phase I'm going through at the moment wherein I see his faults magnified a million times over. I love him more than life. He's the father of my kids and there's no one else I'd like to spend the rest of my life with. My previous post is just one of those episodes wherein I'm in this phase I think I am in, and hopefully this will pass and soon be over.

I guess I just miss him since we rarely see each other. Provided the work we have, we just have a few hours each day to talk. When Henry comes home, I'm either asleep or already on my way out for work. The only day we have time for each other is on Sundays.

*Sigh* I hope this is sincerely just a phase.