And I was miserable. I hung in there for 2 months. Then, I decided that enough was enough. I was punishing myself, my poor darling husband, and most of all my children.
So I came home. I donated a ridiculous amount of clothing so my suitcases wouldn't be overweight again. I sold/gave away everything that I had just gotten for my apartment. I flew home and my husband and I surprised everyone.
No one but him knew I was coming home until Thanksgiving. It was the day before my mom's birthday. She screamed lol. It was awesome. The kids were thrilled.
I am happy to be home. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I never understood that until I was alone. In NYC. With no one.
