There are those nights, when my bed looks so good, but I need to delay getting in it. My daughter is out and I feel compelled to wait up as part of my motherly duty. Those are the nights when I miss having a husband. I miss the companionship and the warmth that such a relationship can bring. And when I sit on the couch waiting, the longing for that someone creeps up on me and seems to put me in a stranglehold that I just can't shake until I can finally go to sleep.
It is very hard raising a teenager alone and it is something I would never wish on anyone. I make all the decisions and I literally pray that they are correct. Tonight I am tired and tomorrow will be better. Perhaps she will need to just stay in.