This past weekend was an “apart” weekend, when CBG goes to spend the weekend with Ankle Biter, leaving the girls and I alone at home together.
I have to be honest; this time around, I was glad for it. Some issues surfaced during the week between CBG and I, and quite frankly, I needed a bit of a break from it.
I worry that this makes me a shitty wife, that I actually wanted time away from husband for a couple of days so I could re-evaluate and re-think some things. I’m just the kind of person who does better when I’ve got some time to myself to mull issues over. To be fair, CBG is really good about giving me the space that I need; but that’s definitely more difficult when you’re living in the same house and sleeping in the same bed every night.
By the time Sunday afternoon hit, I was feeling ready to see him again. My arms were craving the feel of his body. I just wanted to be able to communicate with him — in more than just words — that I love him and I am committed to ensuring that we have a good, solid marriage, despite the fact that the issues we’re facing aren’t small ones.
Sometimes a hug is the only thing that can do that.
And when he arrived home and he put his arms around me, that first hug said it all –
I’m here for you
I love you
I’m willing to work for us
We are worth it.
This marriage thing isn’t a walk in the park.
Worth it? Absolutely.