Housewife

Dearie's got a part time job a few evenings a week, so during those nights, I'll be sitting quietly at home waiting for his return from work.

It's only a few hours of separation when he leaves the house, but I still feel uneasy about the fact that he's not by my side. Looks like his presence does have a huge impact on me, and my independence level has unknowingly plunged to the bottom. I can't describe the joy I get whenever I hear the main door open and then seeing Dearie bringing back supper. Being hugged by him the moment he returns home makes me feel loved and cared for too.

Been occupying myself with revision, and the solid few hours of work without any form of distraction is doing me quite a lot of good. I've been really hardworking today, by the way.