Yes, I am. The hubby is now processing his medical requirements for his working visa. I hate it.
Why do families have to be apart? Just to get that much coveted money for their future. I hate it.
I don’t think I can make it without him. He says, “What’s a year?”. I say, “A year of loneliness, that is.” A year turns to 2, turns to 3, turns to 4. Until the kids won’t recognize you anymore. I hate it.