DP has taken DS away today for 8 days.
I have never been apart from him before.
I couldn't even say goodbye at the airport - I couldn't speak, I just walked away, sobbing behind my sunnies.
Since I got home I have put music on at 'ASBO' volume, sat in the garden (still sobbing into sunglasses) and chainsmoked 3 ciggies - I only ever smoke 3 a day maximum and i've had toasted waffles with melted Galaxy, strawberries and squirty (un)cream for dinner (no small person to set an example for), to be fair that was gorgeous but I still feel absolutely shitty.
I honestly dont think I have ever felt so pathetically heartbroken...EVER - and I was a teenager once!
In fact I seem to have reverted to being 15 again
Feel free to comiserate/berate/empathise....