Blast From the Past 29
The last few weeks my husband has made a point of telling me he’s counting down the hours until he’s able to come home to me. You would think I would find that sweet and reassuring. I might have, if my mind didn’t automatically go to the time during his affair, the time when he would walk out our door and text her good morning and then talk to her all the way to work and then spend the rest of the day texting her. Because during that time I’m sure every afternoon when he got ready to leave for work he would tell her he was counting down the hours until he could return to work and return to her. See? I’m just a replacement for her.