Every time -- and I do mean EVERY frigging time --- Hubby gets in the Jeep, it feels to me like I should be going with him. I should be in the passenger seat, dozing, commenting on the scenery or getting a snack out of the back seat. I should have my right foot on the dashboard, my sunglasses on and perhaps a map on my lap -- although, we no longer need maps for most of the surrounding states.
The point is that it feels wrong when he goes back to Red State without me.
Also, when he leaves the apartment feels particularly empty and the cats are cranky. I can deal with that by going out for a while when he leaves -- that works because when I come home I'm back in the 'Hubby's not here' routine.
Today is the last time he'll leave BNstate to go to Red State. The last time folks... I thought that would never happen!! Next time he comes back, he'll be here for good!