I never realised it until today but I've become so dependent on my husband.
On a whim, and pretty last minute, he decided that we should go to Phuket for a few days to relax. We have quite a few friends there, so it is one of our more common holiday destinations.
But this time round, I thought about my work load (which is often 10 times worse once I get back from any holiday) and I thought, nah, I rather just stay and finish up some work, I also have a meeting already scheduled for this Monday. But I looked at my husband and felt that I shouldn't deprive him of a break and he does need one.
So I booked him a flight and hotel near his friends... and while doing it, I was secretly looking forward to just having quiet time to myself. Just me. No one to bug me while I work.
He left for Phuket this morning. And by mid day, I started to miss him. I had tonnes to do.. I did all the laundry and ironing. I changed all the bedsheets. I worked on my lap top for an hour. I did supermarket shopping lugging back laundry detergent, toilet paper, the works. I cooked chicken macaroni soup. I watched TWO movies and an episode of Absolutely Fabulous.
But the day has just been inching by.
I don't understand how I got to this point. I mean for the first 30 years of my life, I was a single. And even after meeting David and during the year we were engaged, we have both been away overseas without each other. But I've never missed him like I do now.
He called a few times today (one was to ask me for the code to the hotel safe, WTF? Haha.. he forgot the code he set, and asked me if I knew what it could have been. Went through the few usual suspects for number sequences we usually use for hotel safes and it turned out to be my birthday). Ah... I guess he's grown to be dependent on me too.
On a whim, and pretty last minute, he decided that we should go to Phuket for a few days to relax. We have quite a few friends there, so it is one of our more common holiday destinations.
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| Our first holiday in Phuket together (August 2011) |
So I booked him a flight and hotel near his friends... and while doing it, I was secretly looking forward to just having quiet time to myself. Just me. No one to bug me while I work.
He left for Phuket this morning. And by mid day, I started to miss him. I had tonnes to do.. I did all the laundry and ironing. I changed all the bedsheets. I worked on my lap top for an hour. I did supermarket shopping lugging back laundry detergent, toilet paper, the works. I cooked chicken macaroni soup. I watched TWO movies and an episode of Absolutely Fabulous.
But the day has just been inching by.
I don't understand how I got to this point. I mean for the first 30 years of my life, I was a single. And even after meeting David and during the year we were engaged, we have both been away overseas without each other. But I've never missed him like I do now.
He called a few times today (one was to ask me for the code to the hotel safe, WTF? Haha.. he forgot the code he set, and asked me if I knew what it could have been. Went through the few usual suspects for number sequences we usually use for hotel safes and it turned out to be my birthday). Ah... I guess he's grown to be dependent on me too.
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How about making up for it with phone sex?
And it's time to re-aquaint yourself with Mr Dildo too. I'm sure it'll guarantee your enjoyment on the quiet time with yourself.
Go for it!