I can’t tell anyone… what I really feel. I have to be strong. I have to put on a brave face and be strong for Mike. He already said he was super nervous about this entire trip and doing everything on his own. I can’t show any doubt or worry in my voice when I speak.

We got everything packed. I believe we got everything packed. We got any weapons, knives, or bullets out of his carry on backpack. We got him checked in to his flight and got his boarding pass printed out. I think we got all our ducks in a row.

Deep down inside I am freaking out. I’ve walked in to the other room and burst in to tears twice now. I cannot show Mike any of this. I cannot post anything on Facebook. I can’t say anything to anyone.


Everything will be fine. Everything will be ok. He’ll be fine. He’ll figure out where he needs to go on his own and he’ll do everything he needs to do. IT WILL BE FINE!

I’m going to miss him. He’ll only be gone a week. It will be a long week. You can talk to him as much as he can. He will call you when he can. You will be fine with out him.

written on at 7:37 pm || Filed under: Anxiety, Love

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