I’m Glad I Hurt
I just got off the phone with Mr. C. Well, that’s not actually true. By the time you read this, Mr. C will already be home. I wrote this blog a few days ago. But, when I wrote this, I had just gotten off the phone with him.
And we both almost cried. When it was time to say goodbye, we were both fighting back tears. Damn – I miss him!
He’s been gone for over a week, and I ache from missing him. It sucks! Big time!
But, at the same time, I’m glad it hurts. It’s better than the alternative.
During my parents dysfunctional marriage, our household was a much happier place when my father was away with the Army Reserves. Because I witnessed that, I was able to recognize that my household was a much more peaceful, loving, and supportive place when my husband was away on business. That was a first sign that my marriage was in trouble.
Now, I sit here, glad that I miss Mr. C as desperately as I do. Despite our troubles, we still love each other. We are meant to be together and we are supposed to be with each other. Missing him as I do just solidifies that he is my soul mate.
So, like physical exercise – it’s a good pain.
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