I miss his strength. I've had to ask more favours from friends than I am comfortable with and pay people to move heavy stuff around. It makes me feel like a fragile little woman and I hate it.
I miss him doing odd jobs around the home (see above). Although most the stuff that needs doing now he should have done when we were together and didn't.
I miss sharing expenses and not having to worry about whether I can afford the mortgage and bills.
That's not lighthearted is it? It was meant to be.