Putting Sunday to bed, a little sadly

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postaday2013, relationships, Sunday night, weekdays, weekends

It’s this time again, as it happens every week, Sunday evening, the bittersweet ending of another nice weekend. My hubby and I love Sunday evenings because it always means very good t.v that we enjoy watching together, but we dislike Sunday evenings just as strongly because it means that we are going to be apart for the rest of the week. Actually for the past month, my hubby has been great about coming home during the week so that it breaks our separation up quite nicely; just two nights apart instead of the full four nights.

Our marriage has operated this way for a very long time; the babies and I home in the mountains and my hubby on the road either in New York or in Boston. Back then when they were little, I was too busy with the babies to really miss my hubby. But now, that it is only Jack and I, I find myself missing my hubby much more which I think is something to be appreciated because it would be horrible if I didn’t miss him. I read the women’s magazines every once in a while and those true stories where after twenty years of marriage and children gone from the roost, you see the wife get up one morning and decide that she is done. I’m happy that I am not in that group. I am not criticizing those ladies, if anyone isn’t happy in their marriage it is up to them to do what is right for themselves, however I am very thankful that I love my hubby and will be in love with him for the rest of my life and our marriage.

Gone

A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. How do you feel?

Change, I think, makes everyone a little sad especially when it touches a part of our childhood past, that for some reason, many of us would like for it to remain sacrosanct. I remember when, as I got older and my Ton-ton would take away the swing set and renovate the old cellar, a part of me would mourn all the memories and the adventures that my cousin, my sister and I had shared together in all those spots. Memories are easier to keep living when you have concrete things and places to adorn them with; when you are left only the mental images they start to get wispy and ephemeral; hard to keep as vividly as before. That is the real issue, keeping something of our young self alive because time is going by so quickly and who wants to forget their youth? I don't, those memories are wonderful ones when we were in search of adventure in the old cellar or swinging away as high as we could without being afraid of breaking something because the floor wasn't that far away, the way it is now. And as always, it was a simpler time when we were younger and having our "monuments" torn down makes us miss those "simpler" times.