I’m attempting to force myself to write in my blog every day. I’ve gotten SO BAD at keeping up these past several years and someday I’ll be dead and then what?
I’ll be gone but hopefully not forgotten. (Feel free to use these prompts for your own writing).
Today’s prompt(s):
What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.
The most time I’ve spent apart from my favorite person is …
Well first of all, wait, who is my favorite person?
Probably Kevin. (Probably?? I can hear him say that, lol) He knows me the best and we’ve been together for about 32ish years now so …
The longest I’ve been away from Kevin has been one week. I know when he was working for an accounting firm here in town, he would often go out-of-town to do audits and that seemed to never last for more than a few days, at the most. Though it felt longer because I had two small boys with me at home and I didn’t have my buffer to cushion the crazy when he was gone.
But other than taking vacation without me, I’ve never really been away from Kevin for very long.
Yep. He went on a cruise without me.
Actually, two cruises without me.
And I encouraged him to do it.
Kevin, LeRoy and both boys recently went on a cruise that left from New Orleans. They cruised the Western Caribbean without me.
I could have gone, but I really didn’t want to. Plus, I figured the guys would have more fun without a GIRL hanging out with them anyway.
They could oogle all of the pretty girls they wanted to without fearing my reaction.
Their cruise only lasted 5 days, but when you calculate travel days in that equation, they were gone for a week at a time.
For me? I liked not having him around for about two days, but then I started missing him. I LOVE being by myself, I have no trouble being by myself, at all. In fact, I much prefer my company to that of any other people, but when it comes to my favorite person, Kevin, I don’t like being away from him for too long.
It just feels … weird. Empty, I guess.
True, we do most of our activities alone. He spends the majority of his time at the rental house with LeRoy “doing projects,” which consist of buying junk and fixing it up to put into his junk booths and selling. (And he does a pretty decent job at selling his stuff, too).
But at the end of the day, he comes home and we have dinner together. He’s my “home base,” if that makes sense.
I don’t know that he’s interested in going on any more vacations without me but he’s welcome to if he wants to. I trust him not to do anything stupid.
I, of course, fully intend to cash in on this, though. If/when the opportunity comes up to go on vacation with “the girls,” I will absolutely throw the fact that he went on vacation without me, TWICE, into the argument. I’ve been trying to talk the girls at work into going on a cruise with me and I can feel them wavering, but we’re not there yet.
But overall, one week away from each other is really long enough for me.
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