The Worst Day Ever

So Andrew went home to visit his parents.

There was a reunion of his P2C comrades from university.

And his parents' anniversary.

So they went for 16 days.

I didn't want to fly. And I couldn't get time off for the reunion. So they went without me.

For 16 days.

SIXTEEN DAYS.

Everyone but Andrew (who was blissfully oblivious) had panic attacks about it.

Mine lasted for the entire time leading up to them leaving. And every day they were gone.

That's Elisabeth trying to smile through her tears.

Then we got kn the car and pretended we were happy about this trip. Andrew looks happy I guess.

They are never leaving me again.