76 Days and Counting

It has been exactly 76 days since I last saw the husband. Its hard. Harder than I thought. Initially I was just worried because I will miss him. I didn't even go to fact that our son would also miss his father. I didn't realize that other than missing him, the security and protection I felt before when he was here would also vanish.

It was scary when it finally sunk in.

I was scared because I was going to be a single parent in the sense. I was afraid I'd not be able to raise Ozzy properly. Surely being close to the mom - especially when he's a boy - would not be easy. Luckily for me my parent's and even brother and sister were here to lend a helping hand. Teaching Ozzy to pee in the big toilet standing up while holding his little thing properly is not exactly my forte. With the help of my brother he is now able to pee properly on his own.

It saddens me to realize that this simple thing - one that Father and Son should share - was not experienced by the Husband and Ozzy. However, sacrifices have to be made in order to build a better future for our children.

The beauty of technology today is that we are able to chat and even see each other (although virtually) on a daily basis. Ozzy knows when I am chatting or on the phone with his dad. He would grab the headphones and insist on talking to his father about his day and his latest toys. There are also a few chat room's available like Married Chat for married couples to be able to meet other couples; discuss marriage, family life, domestic issues and some tips on properly raising children. Bridging the gab between us is easier, not to mention vital to make the marriage work.

I won't be seeing him for more than 300 days - or until December however I just need to hold on much longer.