As I lay here in bed next to him I feel alone. He sleeps when I can not. He works when I do not. Its either sleep or work with him. Nothing in between. I wander if we grow old together what will we do when the kids are gone? How will we cope? Will we be the same? Or different? Sometimes I imagine us old and wrinkly together and see us just as arnery as we are today. Maybe things will change! But I doubt it. Life is one big mess of fights; make ups; and break ups. One day I will know these answers but for now I try to sleep.