Day 70: Missing His Face

These are working days.  Days when we don't see each other until later at night.  Days when our weekends don't match.  For the past year we've worked for the same company at the same location.  We carpooled together and had lunch together.  We weren't just husband and wife, we were lunch buddies and commuters.  And now I wander around his old kitchen looking for that face I never see.  Rich was promoted last week and now he has his own kitchen in another town in a bigger city twenty miles north.  This is a good thing for him and for our savings account, but for us it's taking some adjustment.  I know this is the norm for every other couple, but I hate it.  We kiss each each other goodbye to drive in different directions and spend most of our waking hours with people we don't completely know.  Our days begin and end together and it's as though everything in the middle is just stuff we do to pass the time until we can be together again.

Even as I wonder if it's worth it, I know that it is. I can't change the situation, I can't change anything, really, except my attitude. So I am going to be the wife who wants more than her husband's familiar face.  I'm going to be the wife who wants to see him succeed, even if it means I feel a little left behind. I'm going to be the wife who isn't selfish and needy.  A lemonade kind of wife. I am speaking speaking these sentences aloud, trying to feel motivated instead of lonely.

But if I've learned anything it all, it's that we're not normal people.  And I'm not sure if we're a normal couple, because I'm not the same without him.  He's my best friend, my only friend if you want the truth, and I miss his face.  Enough said.