I miss my hubby...

People often tell me that I am afraid to be alone.
Personally, I beg to differ.

I am not fearful of being alone, I am fearful of being alone without my hubby....

Sorry to say, but I have grown very accustomed to his presence and solidarity. I have gotten used to the routine of him picking me up to send me to and fro from work. I miss his availability for being there for me just a phone call away...

Frankly, this feeling sucks...

I am not bored. I do have places to go and things to do... But without my hubby, sigh, even abalone seems to have lost its flavour... and that says volumes for me, lover of all abalone..

Sigh.. counting down... 2 more days to my Final Practical Driving Test and 5 more days before my hubby comes home...