It hurts so much. I cried my eyes out for the last half hour since Jim left. I wished I was a little kid so I could just throw my arms around his leg...know what I mean? I always wanted to do that when I was little.
He forgot his shirt and sock...again. He joked about leaving something behind so he would have a "reason" to come back. I am glad I could tell he was joking. I just want to curl up into my covers and die....