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Nov. 4th, 2001 09:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sierciaSorry, the below came from this silly little test. I'm surprised how right it was. Except for the silly part about me being an optimist. That's almost laughable.
Wiley left this morning, I took him up to the airport to get his rental car. I always think I'm not going to miss him, then end up wandering around the house at loose ends because I have no one to talk to. And this time, I can't even fill all my time with plans, and going out because I have to be home at night for little widget. That's what I used to do - take advantage of Wiley gone time to go out and have fun without having to worry about coming home, or meeting anyone else's expectations. Now I have the Queen of Expectations to please, so no gallivanting about for me.
I shouldn't even feel lovely, Carrie came over today, and we hung out all afternoon and evening, and Elisa will be here to help with the baby every day this week. But there's something about the routine disrupted, the empty bed, the lack of conversation (and of smooches!) that makes me feel really alone. It's not even the big things, just the little conversation - plans for bedtime, who's going to feed the cats, does the dishwasher need to be run tonight? It's so mundane, but it really is what makes up a life together. And that's the stuff that I miss.
Oh well, he'll be home soon enough.
Wiley left this morning, I took him up to the airport to get his rental car. I always think I'm not going to miss him, then end up wandering around the house at loose ends because I have no one to talk to. And this time, I can't even fill all my time with plans, and going out because I have to be home at night for little widget. That's what I used to do - take advantage of Wiley gone time to go out and have fun without having to worry about coming home, or meeting anyone else's expectations. Now I have the Queen of Expectations to please, so no gallivanting about for me.
I shouldn't even feel lovely, Carrie came over today, and we hung out all afternoon and evening, and Elisa will be here to help with the baby every day this week. But there's something about the routine disrupted, the empty bed, the lack of conversation (and of smooches!) that makes me feel really alone. It's not even the big things, just the little conversation - plans for bedtime, who's going to feed the cats, does the dishwasher need to be run tonight? It's so mundane, but it really is what makes up a life together. And that's the stuff that I miss.
Oh well, he'll be home soon enough.
