Now It Can Be Told
Ugh. My husband has been out of town on a business trip all week, but I haven't whined about it. [There are two things I dislike telling the Internet--when I'm home alone and when we are all out of town, leaving the home to fend for itself.]
He got back last night, late, and I feel like I can breathe again. As 50s throwback as that may sound, I've spent nearly half my life with this man. This was one of the loneliest weeks I think I've ever had. It's not that I cannot be alone. It's that I can't really be without him.
It occurs to me that women aren't supposed to say these types of things, because it does make it appear that we need our men to be whole. Except, that I do. Don't worry--it's only that way because I married him. We did that "two shall be one" thing, and when he's gone I feel like half my body is floating around somewhere without me.
I don't know if I can fully express how happy I am to have him back home.