If the kids were still up they would be crying and I would be iritated beyond measure. Countless times I would be talking and look over to find him hunched over and deep in sleep. Life was not good. I mostly associate with people in my church and none of them have husbands in a simailar residency. Believe it or not I have learned to accept my husband's residency, maybe even respect it a little too.
Today is a new day.
I live my own life free from worrying about when my husband will come home. I don't wait around for my husband to make my life worthwhile, I now do that myself. My best days are when Greg walks in that door and I forgot to count the hours until he got home. When we see each other, we have found ways to strengthen our marriage. When we are together, we make the most of every moment and try and build memories that we can feed off of when we are not with each other.