The Emotionally Numb
- gprentice8
- Feb 24, 2018
- 2 min read
I have just spent my first week home alone for a LONG time. Hubby was away on a rehab course (for his injury… he hasn’t picked up another bad habit since he’s been home!!) and left as he would normally do on Sunday night returning on Friday. This would have been standard practice once upon a time.
Accept this wasn’t like any other normal week that I am so used to. He has been living at home for near on 13 months in total and I, I’m ashamed to say, have become so used to him being there. I say ashamed, as I am usually a very independent woman, who sleeps like a baby, deals with spiders and puts the bins out without the blink of an eyelid when he isn’t home. This week however has been a completely different ball game.
I have bags under my eyes that Prada would be proud of; I jump at every creak of a floor board and car back fire; I have eaten my own body weight in dumplings (read my food blog if you don't know) to comfort myself and have probably developed arthritis in my thumbs from all the texts I have been sending him. I have become that lost puppy pining at the back door. I have become one of those people I judged when they leave their partners for 1 night and act as though they have lost a limb.
Well consider myself schooled. One of the many lessons I am learning throughout the joyful process of (sometimes) a long distance relationship/ marriage. Whilst I have always sympathised with the ‘normal folk’ or ‘lucky masses’, I am now starting to empathise with them. Perhaps we LDR’s are the lucky few? So numb to the emotional upheaval of leaving your significant other, we don’t bat an eyelid when either of us are on an overnight stay. Either way, I can concur – IT SUCKS.
So whilst I down another bottle of wine to cope with emotional torture of the last week, I must remind myself of the fact that, not so long ago, this was my bread and butter and basically, I need to man the fuck up!
GL
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