Happy F-ing New Year

While others partied, drank, spent time with their loved ones - I spent New Year's alone. The kids were asleep, Mike was at work. There was a sliver of hope that he'd make home in time to kiss me at midnight, but there I was - alone.

Doesn't really give me much hope for how 2006 will be. It's depressing.

I felt sick with anger, disappointment and abandonment. He didn't even call at midnight - or AT ALL - to just say, "Sorry I won't make it time, happy new year, wait for me, I'll be home soon"

I crawled into bed by 12:20am and tossed his pillows onto the floor. I moved mine into the center of the bed, and stretched out. I was angry. I felt that if I could be alone, he could sleep alone.