Lonely Hearts Club

So my husband went out of town on Sunday and is not getting back until Friday. whimper. We are so co-dependent that it is not even funny. Two days before he left we would find ourselves looking at each other and spontaneously bursting into tears. We are so pathetic.lol. Needless to say, it has been a very weird week. It has however been pretty busy thanks in part to my friends and family. If it were not for them I would have been at home far too often and found many more opportunities to cry.
Sunday on the way back from the airport his parents stopped and bought me lunch at the Olive Garden. They sent me home well fed and a little more emotionally stable.
My birthday was this Monday and it was hard to have him out of town, except that a really great friend treated me to dinner at the Vortex in Atlanta, and she even brought me flowers and cake. That is love people.
My parents came down this week too, and treated me to lunch and a little afternoon shopping and tomorrow I am going to dinner with my sister-in-law.
Thank goodness for staying busy, however I have noticed a trend.... It is hard not to be a fat kid when all things revolve around food (it is even worse you are emotional). It seems like I am drowning my loneliness in great food, cake, and the best of friends and family.
But I still can't wait for him to come home. I feel like a huge piece of me is gone and traveling somewhere far away.