I miss my husband, who is in France to be near his sick father and spend some time with his family. I'm really busy at the moment, so I have hours without thinking of it, then it comes back: a mixture of fear, anxiety, loneliness and mostly just missing him. It seems like his papa will be OK though. I hope so with all my heart.
I'm a feminist, and I was brought up to be wary of being dependent on a man. For years I fought to maintain my emotional independence at all costs. Then I realised that it's OK to need someone, that it's actually important to depend on one another in a partnership, and that I can still be a strong, independent woman too.
So this song by Joan As Policewoman has a special resonance for me.
It's safe to be alone and be lonely
But I found a gun with no safety
And I'm gonna shoot down my ghost town completely...