She's coming home today, and will have no idea how I fell apart this past weekend. how I spent the weekend yelling at myself and cussing to God while all the ghosts came to haunt me. How mad I got at the dogs for just moaning. How all I could do was sit by the tv, staring empty as I fell apart more. How I almost skipped work because the thought of being in public repulsed me. How I fell apart and was empty.

She's coming home today. Five days from now I'll have to go through it all again...and again...and again...and...