Okay, so my BH has been on leave from work for the past month. He is on contract in Manhattan, so he lives in an apartment his job rents for him there while I live in our home in Minnesota. It's been hard being apart, but this last month has been so great. It was rocky for the first few weeks, but the last half of the month we grew closer and took some very good steps towards healing.
Anyway, I knew he was supposed to leave to go back to work tomorrow. I was sad, but he usually doesn't take flights home until the evening, around 7 or 8 pm, so I was pretty happy we'd have all day to spend together. I worked today so I didn't get to see him, but I told myself I'd have tomorrow to say goodbye and give him a proper send off (if you know what I mean )
Anyway, BH and I found out today that his flight is leaving tomorrow morning at 8 am. I have to get him to the airport at 6 or 630. I'm totally crushed. The entire day we thought we'd have is gone. If I had known he was leaving in the morning, I would have called off of work today to be home with him. He's made plans with friends weeks ago for tonight, so he's not even going to be home until 11 or 12, so we don't even have tonight to be together. I just can't believe it. I've been crying so hard I've been throwing up since I found out. I guess I was just really banking on having tomorrow with him. I thought we'd be sleeping in, making breakfast together, spending the day catching up on Game of Thrones and otherwise just lazing about enjoying each other. And now, it's gone. Just like that. I'm heartbroken.