at the beginning of february i went to York for the day and it was really, really scary to go away from D. even just for 24 hours.
today, once i finish work, i'm going to York. without D, who's staying at home. i'll be there for two nights. i've got up very early this morning because i'm not at all ready and need to pack, but all i've done is sit around watching BBC News (you know you're up too early if Breakfast News hasn't started yet) and mope.
honestly, i just want to get back in bed and stay there. i want to wrap my arms around my husband, fall back asleep and know that if i need him, he's there.
i know my friends will look after me. and i'll see my parents tomorrow afternoon and they'll look after me too. but i will miss D. i'll miss knowing that if i have a meltdown he'll be able to look after me.
and i feel like such a wimp for it. i used to be the girl who'd go anywhere alone without a second thought. now, even overnight without my husband and i'm a wreck before i've even left. (although to be fair i'll probably be ok once i'm on my way.)
right. time to get in the shower, else i'll never make it out in time.