Bob left for Norway yesterday night. And will only be back in 8 days. I thought I have gotten used to Bob's travelling but I was wrong. I felt totally alone today. And I'm wondering how am I going to survive till the next Sunday. Lonely. Low spirits.
I know I have Tara with me, but it's a different kind of companionship. The best part is, Bob had to go Vietnam once he's back from Norway.
It's cruel. He always has to travel when there's some major, if not, important change in my life, which is when I really need him to be around.
First was when I found out I was pregnant, he started travelling more frequent. Even when I'm less than 2 weeks from my expected due date, he had to fly to India to helped clinched a deal for his colleague. I had to stay over with my parents, cos they were worried I might popped anytime.
Then when I gave birth to Tara, he had to leave me alone at home with the confinement lady only 8 days after I've delivered. It was a major emotional time for me then. And his travelling wasn't any lesser.
And now I'm not working, and he won't be around for more than 2 weeks this month. There's no one to look forward to at the end of the day, no one to cook dinner for, no one to listen to my chit chatter, and no one to watch TV shows with, no one to laugh with me over Tara's silly antics.
I miss Bob badly.
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