I am absolutely pathetic when I am without my man. Like so utterly pathetic, piteous, forlorn, distressed and lonely without my sweetheart, Conor. Usually I’m not into this mushy-gushy stuff however the thought of being away from him for even one night sends me into a ridiculously deep valley of depression. And that’s one night! One time when we still lived in our beloved (but now tornado torn) Denver, Conor went to the west coast and I cried for days before he left in serious anticipation of the sorrow I would feel when he was actually removed from my presence. If any of you are labeling me as a Drama Queen I encourage you to look at this whole can’t-be-on-my-own as me being desperately and madly in love with my husband because although I hate (like loathe) being away from Conor, I appreciate that times like these really do encourage appreciation for him and help me to recognize just how much I love him and need him. Yes, I need Conor. I honestly do not think I could live a full and fully-fulfilling life without him.