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A poem about being unashamedly co-dependent with my husband.

The background to the poem…

I’m currently living separately to my husband, Rich, Monday-Friday.

I’m in London with our three children; he’s in Somerset, working.

We spend our weekends together and I so look forward to this time.

It’s like being back at the beginning of our romance.

When Rich arrives on a Friday afternoon or evening, I feel like I can breathe deeply, once again.

It’s not about handing over the kids and having a break, it’s about seeing him.

I become the full version of myself when he’s here.

Here’s a poem, trying to explain that feeling…