missing my other half

i miss my husband.

no.

i seriously (seriously) miss my husband.

it's hard being apart from your other half. harder yet when you can't even talk to each other as often as you would like to. not being able to share your joy and pain as they happen. not being able to share your excitement at the things happening around you. to only see him during school holidays (shikes!).

yeah. hard, kan. tambah2 lagi ada urg yg tidak sensitif langsung pasal perasaan urg ni.... balik2 tanya bila mo dapat baby and KENAPA LAMBAT MO PROSES? takkan kamu tiada bercakap langsung.. takkan tiada telefon, takkan tiada internet, takkan tiada ni tiada tu, ah tia percaya la..... like hello.... have you no idea where pensiangan is? you think in england is it?

yo, people. i can't even talk (let alone make love) to him due to him being so jauh - he is after all teaching in some ulu place, with no telephone lines and no internet connection (kalau sia bilang tiada line tu, tiada la bah, takkan kami sengaja tia mo bercakap) and you expect me to get pregnant like how? masturbate myself to pregnancy is it? and to those who said: bah sementara dia ada sana kamu proses la bah, takkan mo lambat2, kamu tu brapa suda umur? - huh wtf? so kenapa la. besides, ingat ni kilang ka buli kasi program supaya once buat, trus dapat. sot. warning: in my geramness, i may have embellished and exaggerated a few details. but you get the gist.

i miss my husband.

p/s: to family and friends who have been so kind and understanding, thank you.