Had a little bombshell dropped tonight. Long story short, because of Mr. A's work, he's leaving town as soon as two weeks from now. Or as long as two months from now. We don't know which. Everything is up in the air.
I read far far worse things on here every day, but I'm still hurting. I feel selfish. I have a perfectly wonderful, compassionate, amazing husband ... shouldn't that be enough?
We were just settling into a routine that fit everyone's life well. I am scared shitless of the changes this will bring.