as if you're not tired of me prattling about my problems

This weekend I finally came clean with my family about all the problems the Monkey-husband and I have had this year.

For those of you with a mathematical disposition, that conversation has been 4 months in the making (almost to the day); and 2 months since I had my stroke.

It went better than expected. Nobody got nailed to anything, which is always a plus.

But the fact remains that I'm no closer to knowing. Will the Monkey ever come home? How long should I wait, realistically? What is the point of anything without a partner in crime?

Unfortunately the answer to all three questions is, "I don't know."