Getting through the week, dreading the weekend

I wake up Monday morning saying, "Okay, one day at a time, let's just get through the week".  Then comes Friday and I made it through the week YEAH, but I look forward and see it's the dreaded weekend.  I feel like my life is just passing me by and I'm not enjoying it at all.  Where did my happiness go?  Not really a question because I know where it went.  It's with my Randy.  He made me happy just being there.  We did do special things but even when we did nothing it was special.  I always told people we "liked" each other.  Of course he was the love of my life and he always said the same thing but we really liked each other too!  We liked watching t.v., seeing movies together, going out to eat with friends, family or just each other, or when the kids were small and money was tight playing cards all night.  We enjoyed each others company.  I think I miss that most of all.  I miss my best friend.  I miss his laugh.  I miss him making me laugh.  I just miss him!