I am very sad. The kind of sad that leaves you slumped on the couch, thinking that if you were just a little less sad a glass of wine or piece of chocolate might actually help, but knowing you’re just a little too sad for that. The kind of sad where you’re tired because of all the crying and because the sadness is sucking out all your energy. The kind of sad you just have to wallow through before you can really get over it.
Is that overdramatic? Probably. But it’s also true. M. left today and I won’t see him for over six weeks. And when I do see him again, it will be for a very brief time before he heads to a war zone for almost a year. I’m not entirely sure how to deal with this kind of sad.
So for right now, I’m just going to let it happen and hope I can deal with it later.