I am going to openly admit to being insecure about my husband not coming home. I couldn't shake the feeling all day that he was going to decide to stay at his friend's house permanently.

Wanna know the worst part? I wasn't upset about it. The thought of him not being around anymore did not upset me. I looked at it as a logistical puzzle that needed to be solved.

I obviously have issues. Not sure what to even think about that.

Can a person just go through enough loss in a lifetime and reach a point where it ceases to phase them?

Does that mean that I really don't love my husband?

Do I feel that way about everybody in my life?