I once described to a friend of mine that having Eric gone is like being constantly short of breath. It is possible, living on only small intakes of oxygen, but is definitely not ideal, nor as enjoyable. No one could truly take pleasure in life, living continuously short of breath and constantly struggling to survive. I can live without Eric. I know I can. I just did for the past 4 months. But I most certainly do NOT enjoy it. Having Eric come home tomorrow literally feels like I'm about to inhale deeply and fully for the first time in 4 months. It may sound dramatic to you, but, hey, thats just the way it feels.