Lifting up the Dark Cloud to See the Silver Lining

Okay, the title is a little melodramatic but that's the mood I'm in tonight.

Also? After Friday's post I feel like I'm beating a dead horse. But it's my blog and I can cry if I want to. Also? I can use tired cliches until the cows come home.

Knowing my husband was leaving late Sunday afternoon cast a pall over the whole day. Mr. Fix-it, Social Butterfly and I all pretty much moped around. Mr. Fix-it managed to pack and do household chores while he moped, while SB and I were more stereotypical mopers (lots of sitting involved).

I actually got a little weepy today, which is so not me.

It's weird because he's going to be home in two weeks, which is better than his schedule has been.

Okay--that was the dark cloud. Now for the silver lining.

If I didn't truly enjoy his company it wouldn't bother me so much that he's leaving.

I am lucky to have many wonderful friends (and a snuggle-bunny teenage daughter) to spend time with; and I truly enjoy them all. But I find that nothing really approximates the camaraderie and intimacy that I have with my husband. It makes sense-this is why people get married, after all.

So that's the silver lining--this wonky schedule has really highlighted for me that I am in a good relationship and a happy marriage and that (god-willing and the creek don't rise) I can look forward to continued happiness with the guy that first caught my eye in the food court above the skating rink at a shopping mall when I was 16 years old.

 

P.S. We didn't end up seeing Contagion because it wasn't playing at any good times-we saw Moneyball instead and it was an excellent movie.

 

 

Comments

[Smalltownmom me]

Having just celebrated the 28th wedding anniversary with my handy husband, all I can think is how can I be that old? And would I do it all again? Only with him! My rock, my prince, my knight in shining armor, or in more modern terms my knight who bravely fights through the forces of Costco .

[Suzy]

Sometimes it's good to be away from things, people, places to see how much it all matters to us. After all, when people travel and then return what do they say? There's no place like home!

[Wenderina]

For me, it is a little easier to be the one in travel mode (granted, my trips are usually 5 days or less and home for weekends) than the one left home alone. I think that the home bed being under-populated is much more intimidating than sleeping crosswise on a hotel bed. Glad you and your husband are working through it and hope you both find yourselves regularly under one roof again soon.

[Jenrantsraves]

How lucky for you, that you found your perfect guy at such a young age, instead of having to go through a long list of losers like most of us! You two are really going to enjoy your years of retirement.

[suburbancorrespondent]

Hmmmph - you didn't even mention your Words With Friends companions...

[falnfenix]

Each time they leave, it's harder to say goodbye. My parents went through this near the end of my dad's career - he was working through a company acquisition up in Pennsylvania, and Mom and I were left behind down here in Baltimore. He'd come home on weekends, but Sundays just got harder and harder for everyone.

You'll get through it. Being so close with your partner helps.

[Brightside-Susan]

Hope this work schedule continues to get better and better until he is back home full time!

[Busy Bee Suz]

I am surprised to read that you became weepy...that is my m.o.
And yes, if he was not such a great guy and you did not have such a wonderful relationship, then the time away would not mean so much.

[green girl in wisconsin]

This too shall pass. But you can be sad in the moment. It's tough to be apart like that.

[Susan @ A Slice of my Life]

I know you are sad and melancholy, but I read this and just thought, "how romantic!"

[She Curmudgeon]

It _is_ your blog. Mope if you want to. (squeezes you) And I think you're right-- the fact that you're finding this silver lining and finding out the little annoyances that you can deal with is in some ways a (I hate this word) a blessing, because it does show you how suited you are. Which is wonderful. Absolutely fantastic, in fact.