This isn’t a very 21st century thing to be blogging about. It’s not very ‘girl power’ at all, and having read over it, it’s a bit blimmin soppy, but I really don’t care. This is me, and I can imagine I’m not alone in this little revelation. Come on. ‘Fess up…!
This week, Mr J has been away on a course with work. The thing with me is, I don’t mind my own company for a few hours. Or even one night. I can just about manage that but anything longer and I just don’t function properly.
I didn’t get married to be on my own and when the need arises where I am on my own for a few days, it does take a bit of a toll on me. It’s a bit of a novelty at the beginning. I can watch what I want on the telly. Starfish in bed and just be generally selfish at home. But all that novelty soon wears off and to be honest, it’s just bloody boring.
It’s when I start talking to myself, or go to say something to the husband and remember he’s not home. Then I realise I’m probably not your typical modern 21st century chick.
I don’t think it’s anything to be embarrassed about, or to be ashamed of. I actually think it’s something a lot of relationships are missing these days. Just because I work better in a partnership than I do on my own, it’s not a bad thing. It’s not that I can’t be independent, I can be, I just prefer not to be. I just don’t work that well without him. Funnily enough, I’m just happier in the company of the person I chose to say ‘I do’ to.
We’re all guilty of taking each other for granted and this is always proven to me when these occasions come up, which isn’t that often, granted. But when they do, I always kick myself for not making the most of us being together on all those evenings that we are.
Call me old fashioned. Call me a bit sad. I don’t really care. I’m looking forward to my right arm arriving home later, then I can function properly again.