Last weekend was a rough one. Carrie and I fought. Even worse, it seems that we just weren’t getting along, like we didn’t even like each other. I wondered if we ever had. The kids were a lot of work. Still are. There has been decreasingly less and less time for just her and I to enjoy each other. We have become more of a working relationship and less of a loving one. Our conversations are merely fnctional – who is picking up the kids, what groceries do we need, meal planning, life planning, my travel, her school. Life is full and full-on. Add to that that Carrie was PMSing. I was coming off nicotine.
Side bar: I smoke when I am travelling for work. It’s not a sometimes. it’s an always. The minute I get in the cab on the way to the airport, it’s the first thing I think about. I leave a pack of smokes hidden at the airport – behind the phonebook, under the payphone in the domestic terminal by the shuttle pickup area. Why? Because no one uses payphones anymore, much less phone books.
So This weekend we planned a few things to give us some time. We had a date night last night – much needed. And you know what? I think it helped us. We acutally remembered what each other are like when we’re not just merely putting out fires. I really do love her. But last weekend I was contemplating what the point of this was anymore.
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