Well it’s official, The Will is gone again.
I waited all night and all day for him. I was so upset I went potty in the house – twice. I tried to think if there was anything I did to make him leave and just couldn’t. It had to be mum’s fault. It just had to be.
I asked mum about it and she admitted she knew he had left, but assured me he would be back in a couple of weeks. It wasn’t anything either of us did, he just had to go back to work.
So I called him on the computer and asked him myself. He told me that his stay in Pontiac had been extended. Only because he’d already had plane tickets home, did the company agreed let him come back for a weekend visit. He promised me that when he comes back, he’ll spend a whole two weeks at home, snuggling with me before he goes back to work again; this time in town, meaning he’ll be home every night.