Ten days. Ten. One and zero. That's how much longer I have with Brit Boy before he heads back across the ocean. His visa is up and he has to head back. Also, this damn economy is creating a need for him to find a job.
So, back he goes. Of course I'm not happy about it, but these things happen. It's been a good six months, though. We've learned a lot about us as a couple. I've learned a lot about him as a person. I can only assume he's learned a lot about me, and the fact that he's still here tells me that he's: 1) extremely understanding and patient, 2) oblivious to my idiosyncracies, or 3) a glutton for punishment. I'm not gonna say which choice I'm going with.
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