Oh man do I know that sinking feeling of a great weekend coming to an end. It’s the other way around for us. My AH never goes anywhere, so it’s always me who is away for the weekend. The drive/train back to where I live is always filled with an increasing sense of dread. Literally every mile that sinking feeling grows and grows. Yes, I suppose part of it is my subconscious telling me it knows that I’m done. But even before I knew I was done, this happened every time. For me, it was the worry/anxiety of what was going to greet me when I got home. What level of sobriety? Would he be lying at the bottom of the stairs with his neck broken? Would he have pi**ed all over the couch again? Would the house be like a bomb site? Would he have driven his car into the front of the house again? And on and on and on.......
Back on track with my leaving plan today.... Let the adventure begin and let it be soon....
Adventure