So I've spent another wonderful 3 months with my SO, and I'm leaving the day after tomorrow.
And its hurting so much already. It definitely doesn't get easier with time, each time gets harder and harder and I start getting upset earlier and earlier.
Every time we have our visits, its like we've closed the distance. We live together for 3 months, he goes to work, and although I cant work when I'm here I keep the house, cook, clean, do laundry etc and its so comforting when we have our routine and normal every day lives together.
Especially this visit, when he proposed and we've now started planning the wedding and our lives together. This should be the time for couples to plan the rest of their lives and instead we have to say goodbye.
And I know we're luckier than most, having had two 3month visits in the last year as well as my original 2 week visit but its just so hard to look on the bright side.
Hes meant to be coming to London at the end of May but hes passport application got all messed up and now the flights are going to cost a fortune booking them so last minute.
I don't really have a point, just wanted to rant and moan a little bit. Especially because hes at work today, although I REALLY hope he can get home early. (Hes not meant to finish until close to midnight but he might be able to finish by 5-6)
Ugh, and I still need to pack...which I really dont want to do because it makes it so final, so definite that I'm leaving.
I hate this....
And its hurting so much already. It definitely doesn't get easier with time, each time gets harder and harder and I start getting upset earlier and earlier.
Every time we have our visits, its like we've closed the distance. We live together for 3 months, he goes to work, and although I cant work when I'm here I keep the house, cook, clean, do laundry etc and its so comforting when we have our routine and normal every day lives together.
Especially this visit, when he proposed and we've now started planning the wedding and our lives together. This should be the time for couples to plan the rest of their lives and instead we have to say goodbye.
And I know we're luckier than most, having had two 3month visits in the last year as well as my original 2 week visit but its just so hard to look on the bright side.
Hes meant to be coming to London at the end of May but hes passport application got all messed up and now the flights are going to cost a fortune booking them so last minute.
I don't really have a point, just wanted to rant and moan a little bit. Especially because hes at work today, although I REALLY hope he can get home early. (Hes not meant to finish until close to midnight but he might be able to finish by 5-6)
Ugh, and I still need to pack...which I really dont want to do because it makes it so final, so definite that I'm leaving.
I hate this....
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