My husband travels for work. Granted, not as much as he used to but he still goes to England and Spain for work occasionally. Throw into the mix chronic pain and perpetual depression, and it's not an ideal mix for relationship bliss.
In the early days I used to miss him terribly. Having just arrived in London from Spain to live with him, he promptly took off to America for several weeks training and left me behind. I did not cope well with this sudden isolation.
Roll forward 20 years and I find myself joking about his absence and how it's a relief to have the bed to myself and other associated benefits to being alone and having 'my own space'.
I have always found relationships tricky. A delicate balance of co-operation, negotiation, compromise. Doesn't sound terribly romantic now does it? At times it feels like we're just roommates, not a couple: doing things together because we have to, not because we want to. I hope we can turn things around. It helps that we are friends with a deep affection for eachother. Who knows what the next 20 years has planned for us.
In the early days I used to miss him terribly. Having just arrived in London from Spain to live with him, he promptly took off to America for several weeks training and left me behind. I did not cope well with this sudden isolation.
Roll forward 20 years and I find myself joking about his absence and how it's a relief to have the bed to myself and other associated benefits to being alone and having 'my own space'.
I have always found relationships tricky. A delicate balance of co-operation, negotiation, compromise. Doesn't sound terribly romantic now does it? At times it feels like we're just roommates, not a couple: doing things together because we have to, not because we want to. I hope we can turn things around. It helps that we are friends with a deep affection for eachother. Who knows what the next 20 years has planned for us.