Today, I woke up to my husband packing up his bag, yes, another business trip. I don’t get upset, I just miss him dearly. I miss his presence in the house. Sometimes we don’t even talk much, we just share the same space and we are content. Is like…his space feels my space in a very comfortable way. He will be back soon, is just a couple of days, I will be so busy with the kids, I would not miss him much until night-time.
I remember when we spent our first nights together, I was so uncomfortable. I was not used to sleeping with someone beside me. It’s a cultural thing, I mean in PR (back in the day) you lived at your parents house till the day you walked to the altar to say your “I Do’s”. So, having him next to me, the first couple of weeks was very uncomfortable. Now, I miss him when he is not next to me in our bed. I struggle falling asleep, he finds that funny now.
It never ceases to surprise me how we, as humans, create a dependability in another human, yeah I know there is love involved, but is also the “habit”…after years being together, he is what is “familiar” to me. I just miss him when he is gone…I thinks is sweet, that after 15 years together, we are as comfortable as we have ever been with each other. Blessed to call him my husband.by