As I mentioned in a reply one of PArob's posts last week, isn't it ironic how before the A, we would have never batted an eyelash if we got those few hours of the house to ourselves, but now it's like we have to justify enjoying it in order to demonstrate to our WAW that we're cool, we're not worried, we're not jones'in for affection.
It took me a long, long time before I could start to appreciate those moments to myself and actually enjoy doing the private things I used to enjoy before the affair.
Granted, if it's too long, like "she said she would be home 2 hours ago", I start to get flustered. Not even if I have anything to worry about (in my case the OM is 3,000 miles away, it's not like she can sneak away for a few hours when she takes the kids to the mall on Sun. afternoon), but I still get flustered anyway, because I want her presence near again.
But it's much, much better than it used to be.
Crow Jane, Crow Jane, come 'on, I wanna know,
how you love some man, but don't love me no mo'
