It's hard going there every day, trying to be supportive and make small talk, pretend everything is all right. I just want him to come home to me. It would be a lot easier if I knew the flowers he bought were for secret Santa, or some friend's funeral or something and not for a woman. It would be a lot easier if I knew that when the hospitalization was all over, he'd be back here and loving me again. It would be a lot easier if I wasn't going to run out of money in a month.
The hospital is really something, too. They all are wearing these paper scrubs, and the hospital is about 85 degrees. It's a small unit, and there's not an awful lot to do but sleep.
Sleep is what I want right now. So depressed. Why should a wife have to beg for her husband to come home?
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85 degrees??? ugh... I hate being hot---
hang in there..
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