I was out of town Wednesday to late Saturday night, visiting an old college buddy. The timing seemed fortuitous, with the mood and vibe around the house feeling a little tense and distant following the ill-scheduled MC session and family trip. It was also good to get out and see a place I'd never been to before.
Fun as it was, going away had an unforeseen mental effect - I found myself waxing nostalgic about W half the time. I mean, my friend had to stop me from texting her "I miss you" on a couple instances. I didn't really get why I was brooding over a crappy situation that I should have been breathing a huge sigh of relief to get a respite from.
There was a small, naive hope (for lack of a better word) that the days apart would result in a more congenial W when I arrived home, but of course that hasn't been the case. It hasn't been torture, but she hasn't had any progress on the job front and I'm like "Are we going to be living out a dead marriage for a year?" One day at a time...one day at a time.
Oddly enough, it's helped to read some of the accounts on here, like LH19's foray into online dating (a bit aged at this point since the thread I'm on was pre-Covid) and realize this situation won't be forever. I guess getting back into town and resuming living through the crappiness serves a purpose.
