I don't think I miss my husband very much, if at all.
I am not sure how I feel about this. Sad, I guess.
What I think it is that I miss is freedom. Tonight, since my parents were here, I ran out to the store after the kids went to bed. That is not really an option normally. While I was out I stopped at Sonic to get an ice cream. I miss having the opportunity to do that. Though upon looking at the nutritional facts on the Sonic Blast online I should be relieved to not often have that opportunity.
It is nice to not have to get everything done during the workday. It is nice to not have to anticipate that I am going to want a salad and have to get it during my lunch break to eat for dinner later. The time between my picking up the kids and getting them into bed is minimal. No time for spur of the moment excursions.
I miss being able to get a coffee for an hour in the morning. Alone. I miss being able to send someone else to the store.
I miss my freedom. I miss having ANY freedom.
But I don't miss his yelling. His constantly being on edge. I don't miss his bad attitude or snarky comments. I don't miss his clutter. I really don't miss his clutter.
I feel ya there... I have not missed my errant ex-husband ONCE. I guess it's the good that outweighs the bad. He cooked, he shopped and was always willing to run out for whatever I needed - but on the other side, I had to live with the emotional rollercoaster that was our life together and his self-centered - self-centered - self-centered ways. Did I mention that he was self-centered?
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