Brick Wall

I am conceding to my sadness tonight.
It's been a week since my mother has left. Like I have said, and will continue to say, I couldn't be happier for her. I would probably earn the worst daughter ever award if I were to begrudge her of her move...
But I miss her. It hit me tonight as I sit in my house and notice the veritable difference within it. Without my mother's presence the house has failed to remain my home.
I think I've done well. I haven't cried at all this past week. I haven't really had the time to miss her ya know? But sitting here without my very best friend to keep me company, even in her sleep, is really nagging at me. It's going to take some time to get used to not having my Friday nights with my mama. We usually watch movies together and eat popcorn or other things that just end up making us fatter.
But now I'm indulging alone and the inevitable loneliness I would feel from her move has set in. (How sane do I sound right now; pigging out in the middle of the night all alone. Real sane, right?)
What's a girl to do though?