I am back and I am still in India.
Oh, it is so depressing! No, not being in India. I love India. The fact that Hubby’s gone back and I am still here is what is driving me crazy. Have you ever been told to not expect too much from life? I haven’t and may be that is the reason why I keep on getting surprised at every other turn I take. I expect too much and always hope that things will work out exactly the way I want them to go! (Don’t we all?) I was hoping, praying even, that Z! and I would go back together. I was told that there were no seats available on the flight and that there was no chance of me getting a seat but… I pestered Z into trying harder than he already was. We waited and we waited but.. in vain. Z! had to go back and he went back without me.
I doubt if it bothered him as much as it bothers me but, the truth is I feel so totally crushed! 🙁
What does it matter now if I go two weeks later or two months later? Z! went back alone and once again, we travel seperately! No matter how much I try to get it off my mind… no matter how much I try to cheer myself up, it just makes me feel so terrible and teary eyed.
Oh well… such is life! We never get what we want. We only get what we need!