neurotic Iraqi wife

Today is one of those days, a real down down down day for me.I never thought that the day will come when I will utter those words, I ENVY YOU, never was I the person that would look at someone and say I wish I can be like that cuz simply I was content within myself and my surroundings.
I am blessed with a great family and those who I chose to be my friends are the creme de la creme of great people. But now as the days are passing so sloooooowwwwwww I have realised that we as humans tend to take many things for granted...
I miss HUBBY, I miss having a life of my own, I miss having a home, a marital one, I miss going to the store to buy stuff, just anything, for HUBBY, I miss fighting for the remote, or arguing about what TV channel to watch(I do get that with my youngest sister,but aint the same), I miss planning for outings, I miss having HUBBY next to me, hugging me telling me all is ok. I miss those simple things in life, that I see happening everyday infront of me and I ENVY YOU....
I miss looking good for HUBBY, I miss dressing up and fixing my hair, I miss being sophisticated and trying to choose which shoe I would be wearing today(im a shoe addict, even my one yr neice is one too,welcome to the club), I miss waking up to look into those beautiful blue eyes.....I miss those simple things in life, that I see happening everyday infront of me and I ENVY YOU.
I miss having arguements about silly stuff then making up, I miss removing clothes from the floor(I swear I do), I miss washing up and cleaning (really I do), I miss cooking for HUBBY even if it aint edible, I miss rummaging through his pants to see if there are any secret love letters,lol..I miss questioning HUBBY about her and her, I miss those simple things in life that I see happening everyday infront of me and I ENVY YOU.
I miss being a WIFE and HUBBY has no clue, sometimes I feel that he is an unemotional cold blooded ....Grrrrrr I dont wanna swear.
How, How can he leave me like this? How can he not miss me as much as I miss him, how can he act soooooooooooo normal and have no emotions interfere? How is it that I am a bag full of nerves playing musical chairs everyday and he cares less?How is it just my luck, that every bloody song I listen to, talks about missing, loving, abandoning and loneliness....

I ENVY YOU, I ENVY YOU, I ENVY YOU.....