Yesterday I sat alone in my bed in my parents’ home cuddling my puppy, who was whimpering and crying from an upset stomach. I was exhausted from a flu and trying to calm Benjy, who was throwing up repeatedly. And I was feeling completely down because my husband was away in Vietnam on vacation with his friends whilst I dealt with long hours at work, a sad puppy, missing my parents in Shanghai, and a whole load of other emotional trauma which I won’t mention here.
At that point in time, it crossed my mind more than once – this question –
What exactly had I signed up for?
On our fifth year anniversary, he had left me alone. Two months into our marriage, I was alone.