So the hubby took a job in Texas for a few months in July and to my surprise I was sad he was leaving this time. Not worried, but finally in a place in our marriage again where I like him. I was crying when he left and he asked what was wrong. I told him, “I’m starting to LOVE you again and don’t want you to leave for so long.” No it’s not that I don’t trust him, because, I do. It’s just that we have or maybe I have, started to enjoy our interactions again and don’t want to lose that.
I mean isn’t that what marriage is about, the companionship that we share with each other?
So last weekend he was in town and we spent the weekend away. A bit of a staycation in the valley, sans children. We laughed, swam in the pool, took naps, and had a late night dinner. I slept in on Sunday and brunched at one of our favorite places late in the afternoon.
After the weekend passed he left to go back to his job, but I realized this weekend we are finally back. Wait, maybe it’s that I’m back!
No more obsessing or thinking of the past and it’s good. We are good, really good. I had some time to talk to him about the weekend last night, how things just flowed and seemed incredibly smooth. How I enjoyed giggling and laughing together. How different our life is almost three years post D day. I try not to bring up D Day any more but I thought it was something to acknowledge. I don’t think we could have come this far if we hadn’t been through what we went thought. I never thought of us as a strong couple and maybe that why everything happened the way it did. I felt strong this weekend. I felt confident and I felt love.
I think this needs to be heard for those of you that follow me in similar situations. It can get better. It’s a lot of work, time and quite a bit of screaming, yelling and crying in the the beginning, but you can heal.