Note: my partner is nonbinary and a lesbian, and uses he/him pronouns.

It's 2 in the morning. He leaves at 8 and he'll be home in a week. I'm not going to lie: I'm sad as fuck. He's my favorite person. We do everything together and I adore him more than life itself. But he deserves this. He deserves to see his grandparents and siblings and friends. And I trust him. I know he won't cheat on me or abandon me. I know he's coming home. I don't think six months ago I could have recognized that, but I do now. So I suppose that's some progress. I'm happy for that. 

I'll cope for the week. I'll do things he doesn't like and cook dinners he's not found of (hot wings and fried chicken how I've missed you so!). I'll be okay. He'll come home but for now I'll be okay.