Spent the day with my hubby, moping around the house yelling, crying and being mean to him, as if I fight with him now it will help me miss him less. We agree to spend our last day at home going to the movies. Went to our favorite movie theater in Riverside and watched Bad Teacher and decide to sneak in to watch a second one. Horrible Bosses is just as funny and I am glad we spent the day laughing rather than crying. But the day is not over and heading back home seems to be the last place I want to be. I ask him to take me to my favorite Italian restaurant in San Bernardino as my “last meal”. We share a meal and I can’t help but cry over the chicken parmesan. I look up at him and wonder if we’ll ever have a meal like this again, in this spot. We head home and I try to be strong but the thought of not being with him again scares me. We could be separated; I know he loves me and would do anything for me. He says he would move to the end of the earth just to be with me, but am I selfish enough to take him away from his home and his family, from his mother, sisters and friends? It seems like a lot to ask someone to do. I never thought I would find him and when I did it was one of the happiest days of my life, now it could all be taken away from me again in an instant.
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