It Just Feels So … Strange

Mike left last night for Holland. Wait, I know what your initial reaction is, you’re thinking “Cool!” Yeah, no. He hates going to Holland. He is convinced that Holland hates him. He says that every time he goes there, bad things happen. The best was the time he ended up having to do a Spiderman routine on the side of a hotel a few stories above a lake.

It is so strange being home alone without him. I didn’t think it would be weird – I lived alone for many years. I’m alone during the day while working at home. But it just feels different. I had the worst time trying to get to sleep last night – I was up until after 4 am. I would have thought I would have loved having the whole bed to myself; instead it just feels empty. A piece of our lives is missing, and I think both Jason & I are feeling the effects already.

I’ll be glad when this week is over. Very glad.

By Christine

Christine is an Avenger of Sexiness. Her Superpower is helping Hot Mamas grow their Confidence by rediscovering their Beauty. She lives in the Heights in Houston, Texas, works as a boudoir photographer, and writes about running a Business of Awesome. In her spare time, she loves to knit, especially when she travels. She & her husband Mike have a food blog at Spoon & Knife.

6 replies on “It Just Feels So … Strange”

The first time my husband and I were apart overnight (and we’d been married like 1 1/2 years) I cried. Now (at 4 1/2 years) I’m like “are you sure you don’t want to sleep on the couch so I can have the whole be?” or “don’t you have to work overnights sometime soon?” hehe

My dad travelled 3-4 months out of the year when I was a kid. He was gone 2-3 weeks at a time (mostly internationally, to the Middle East and Southeast Asia). I could handle it, especially with email and VOIP to keep us in touch.

3 months apart like we did last year would be pretty tough, though.

I tried to find the post on his site about the Spiderman episode, but it seems that he trashed his old archives somewhere along the line! GAH! It was in October, 2003. I’ll have to get him to tell the story…

I always enjoy the time alone in the house, but falling asleep by myself is tough. I always have at least an arm or leg draped over part of my boyfriend, but usually I’m pressed right up against him. Because of this, I have to completely change the way I get comfortable. I’m not just missing his presence, but his role as my big guy-shaped pillow.

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