A year ago today, I was dying on the inside because the (now-ex) Kick had gotten his orders to be deployed to iraq.

Now, it's the week when he is due back any day now, and instead of prepping with joy that he is coming home, i am prepping with sadness and indifference for him to come get his stuff out of my house. He broke up with me, cerebrally, i get it. He wanted out. you can't make someone stay who doesn't want to. I may never know why he left, but i've accepted it.

It was the last thing i thought i'd be doing upon his return from his deployment.