Even though my H refuses to move his stuff home and makes a point of bringing home every single little thing (down to hairbands) that I leave at his place, we are now at the point where we pretty much see each other every day, and spend every night together.
Here's my problem: For the past year I have wanted him to come home and for us to live like a family again but now that I have it (more or less despite my complaining on these boards) I almost feel a little let down. I can't remember what normal is supposed to be. I can't remember how we used to spend our nights after work. Did we just eat and then go to sleep for the night? Was that all I was waiting for all these months?
Part of the problem is that before things went bad, I was working full-time as a reporter and that meant a very unpredictable work schedule. It meant that my H was alone during the day (he worked in an office by himself) and then came home and was alone while I was still at work. Now I am the one working at home and he has a new job that requires him to travel to Europe frequently and to stay late at work.
Am I missing something here? Am I expecting too much? Or am I just so used to being stressed out all the time that the normal, everyday things bore me?
