Just worked two double shifts of waitressing...made 300...woot woot..gas and electric will be paid in full and I can see a HUGE cart of groceries in my near future.

I am sad.

I really had a rough week since I got home. I miss my love. I MISS HIM.

He goes about his day to day life...and I don't see him reacting the same way...I feel like it's more of a "well the house will sell eventually"...where with me...I am frustrated as hell.

DO I tell him? Yup.

He tells me I need to believe. That I need to be optimistic...that crying will do no good.

My heart aches.

My life is on pause.

And if one were to know me...they know that I run when things get too tough...

These feelings...these low and miserable feelings...this hopelessness in the fact that his house will never sell is really really getting the best of me.

People say...oh the house will sell.

Really? Been on the market 6 months...probably 20 showings.

Not one offer?

Odds of selling?

Slim.

We talked of him moving before the house sells.

Well I talked.

He said under no circumstance will that happen. He doesn't want to start out our new life "in the hole"...

Seriously...I am a mess. I held it together while I worked my shifts..and no one knows that slowly I am losing faith.

I am so afraid I will lose the one man the only man I have ever truly loved.

Because I am losing faith.