Sunday, April 09, 2006


Well after 17 days my hubby came home safe and sound. Its an adjustment giving up the barriers and the toughness and the power. heh. But its so wonderful to snuugle and cuddle and love once again. I hate being seperate, hate the lone rooms and the way I am desperate for him. I think I realize everytime he goes away that I'm not that independant and the sucky thing is that I dont WANT to be independant. How disgusting is that? I hate it but then I dont hate it when I caress his face and feel his breath on my cheek, when I feel him taking over and life is back in its regular niche. I say to myself that independance isnt all its cracked up to be. Besides I hate taking out the trash. And I like seeing his slow lazy smiles directed at me with his twinkly eyes.
Alls good in this Pixies world.
Its all back to normal and normal is good.


willowtree said...

We may have some things in common but this is where we differ. Both my wife and myself are not only independent but actually insular. So much so that for the last 3 years we have lived 3 hours drive apart.
We are not fighting and do not consider ourselves to be separated, we believe we have a strong marriage, and have had for 26 years. Obviously there are reasons for our lifestyle but I won't bore you with them. We just like our space.
PS. It only works if there are no children.

pixielyn said...

3 years Willowtree??? How did that occur? jobs? How does a family decide this? This sounds like the result of the midlife crisis changes that must have occured in your household. Is it?

willowtree said...

Rather than waste space in your comments section, I'll put an entry in my blog that answers all your valid and extremely (amazingly) accurate questions.

pixielyn said...

Look forward to it!

Janice said...

Oh honey, that love for you!