Until We Meet Again

You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

Whoever said that was full of shit. I knew what I had. I just never thought I’d lose him. My best friend. My husband. My soul mate.
He was an IT guy, one of the best which was why he was requested for a consultation overseas. He was supposed to be gone for four weeks. That’s it. Not forever.
What the hell do I do now? As much as I want to crawl into a hole and join him, I can’t because of the baby boy he left behind cooking in my belly.
When the baby comes, I feel like I’m going crazy! All he does is cry, poop and scream. Apparently, loud enough for the neighbours to come knocking. They decide that it’s their job to make sure I don’t lose myself to my grief.
With my mother in-law’s blessing, the guy’s and I grow close. It’s unconventional but it works. They make me a better person and they’re so good with little Charlie.
What the hell do I do when my little boy asks if Daddy Dee can push him on the swing next? Or when he asks me why Daddy Dee couldn’t come home with us?