I worry.
My husband and his partner are very close to launching a project. One that has the potential to bring us out of this poverty that we've struggled with for way too long. He's logged many hours in research and has many more to go. And as is the case in his line of work, he will have to start traveling again.
I don't worry about his safety. I don't worry about the many miles they will travel. I don't worry about the risks they take. I worry about how I will manage without him here.
My husband does so much just to keep me working. He knows that every step hurts, and every minute I stand is painful. He does the household chores and keeps everything running. He gets up in the morning and makes sure that the day starts so I can sleep if I've managed to fall asleep. He takes the kids to their activities and supervises their schoolwork. On occasion he goes so far as to help me dress when walking across the bedroom or standing up is just too much.
I'm just not sure how I will manage to take care of not only myself, but my kids, pets and home if he is gone. I used to grouse when he was gone, but I could handle it. Now, I'm not so sure.
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