A cellphone away...
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry after I got a phone call from hubby at half past ten this morning. He told me it was raining in Las Vegas, his flight was uneventful and he would be home before bedtime tonight. Surprise was an understatement as immediately my thoughts raced to the deepest cranny of my brain where I deposit tidbits hubby routinely imparts as to his business travels. This was unheard of. Usually, my life revolves around his schedules.
Why have I nonchalantly dismissed him lately? Is it a sign that I’m finally getting a life of my own or had I sank so deep into my own depression (yes, Virginia, there is such a thing as post-excitement malaise)? I take the positive view and hope that this is now the beginning of my so-called life of independence.
Why have I nonchalantly dismissed him lately? Is it a sign that I’m finally getting a life of my own or had I sank so deep into my own depression (yes, Virginia, there is such a thing as post-excitement malaise)? I take the positive view and hope that this is now the beginning of my so-called life of independence.