I get bogged down with work and end up with the headache from hell before heading home. It’s been a stressful first day back, and now, more than ever, I’m hating his absence. We’re a team; we work on all this crap together, and we do it well. I’ve never had to single-handedly take over, and I don’t like it anymore. I’m angry at him for making me do this, angry at the way my emotions are up and down, and I can’t stick on hating him or missing him.

I know it’s part of my job, and I know I’m capable, but I detest it. I know more about...