"Wifeing" Pause is Nice

Over the recent six weeks, my husband has embarked on a series of training sessions that necessitate his travel away from home, Monday through Friday. This temporary shift in our routine is set to conclude this weekend, much to my relief.

This period has illuminated the extensive nuances of partnership entailed in marriage. Despite his absence, the chore of managing his laundry persists, albeit with a slight adjustment. Instead of meticulously hanging each garment, I now find a simpler joy in folding them and tucking them neatly into his suitcase—a minor but appreciated simplification.

Upon his return, he desires to bask in the tranquility of our home, a stark contrast to my yearning for social interaction and adventure. I crave lively conversations, both with him and anyone else willing to engage. I long for outings to town, indulging in delightful dinners accompanied by a selection of drinks, perhaps even swaying to music in a spontaneous dance.

However, his absence also unveils the liberations of solo living. The rigid structure of daily "wifeing" life loosens, allowing for impromptu walks and the simplicity of sustaining myself on a single, hearty pot of soup for days on end. The obligations of catering to his dietary preferences and adhering to his schedules dissolve, granting me the freedom to follow my whims without the subtle cues of his disapproval or commentary. This autonomy extends to my nighttime routine, where I can embrace the solitude of an early bedtime, undisturbed by the familiar soundtrack of his snores.

Happy "Wifeing" Pause

Despite the temporary joys and freedoms, I eagerly anticipate the return to our shared life. After three decades of companionship, he remains my dearest friend, and his absence has left a void that I am keen to refill. Our reunion looms on the horizon, a reminder of the enduring bond and mutual affection that define our marriage.