Missing Her
I know she hasn't even been in treatment for a month, and I know that she's doing what she needs to do, but I miss her so much. Yesterday was rough. I couldn't stop thinking about how nice it would be to have her home. Today is pretty much the same.
When she lived on her own, I saw her almost every day, and if I didn't, I could pick up the phone and call her. I feel pathetic, knowing that it could be so much worse, and how much I'd be missing her if it were.
I've come to realize how much I've taken for granted being able to see her every day, or hear her voice every day.