Whether Husband and I get back together or not, right now we’re sharing Max. He travels here on the weekends and Max hangs out. Today is the first day they’ll go away. They’ll stay in a hotel for one night.

While I’m dying to have some time away from the barnacle that has attached itself to my leg for a month, I find myself shaky with the prospect of being without Max. I know I’ll be antsy and ready for him to come home. It’s good it’s only one night.

I still can’t fathom being a single mom. Being the one who cooks for him every single day, even when I don’t want to. It may all work out in the end, but for now it is what it is.

I’m going out with my best friend. We will get drunk and I will forget that back at home no one is waiting for me.