"The hubby has been in NJ since last Saturday, which means:
- I've had the bed to myself for the past six nights
- I only have to clean up my own mess
- I don't have to turn on the TV if I don't want to
- I don't have to worry about cooking a dinner that he'd like
Really? I *have* to find a new husband? What if I don't want
Not the reaction he was hoping for I'm sure. I feel bad sometimes because I think he'd like me to be one of those women who would say, "Oh no, you can't leave me, I can't survive without you!!" That's not me. He just doesn't understand what a walloping big deal it was for me to marry him (or anyone else for that matter). Marrying him was the single most powerful way I had to express that I loved him and had no interest in another man for the rest of my life. I mean my God, he knows absolutely everything about me - more than anyone else on the planet - and he proposed anyway? I'm gonna turn that down? I think not.
The reality is no matter how much I joke about the things he does that drive me absolutely batshit crazy, I am exactly where I'm supposed to be and with the person with whom I'm supposed to."