before i start....this story is not about death....a couple weeks ago my husband quit calling. i didnt know what was wrong, when i finally got a hold of him i was relieved to find out that he was fine but devestated when he said he no longer wanted to come home. he said being at home made him sad, and being around the kids and i made him even sadder. i didnt know what to do. i didnt want to accept that i might be losing the love of my life. the only man, besides my father, that even mattered to me. i cried for days. i couldnt eat, nor could i sleep. and i kept it all inside and smiled around my family. my husband and i were the perfect couple and i didnt want to hear any rumors saying otherwise. today i finally got the call i'd been waiting for and dreading. but i was relieved when my husband said he loved me and that he wanted to come home. he still doesnt know what made him so sad, but i dont plan to pry. if he wants to tell me, he will. for now i am as happy as can be. he comes home tomorrow, only for a few days. but they are a much needed few days....i cant wait.