Every Moment Counts

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Every morning at 5am, I send my husband off to work. Much like every other wife I don’t know what is going to happen from day to day. Will he be safe? Will the day be productive? All in all these are things that I obsess over as some might say. The truth is that I am very focused when it comes to time and what it does to every day life. Is there enough time to do what we want to, have to, or even to live in the moments in between those times? Only time will tell…

Last night was one of those occasions. He comes in, doesn’t even kiss me hello, and goes directly into bed and accuses me for “having put a guilt trip on him into kissing me” while he is briefly awake. So then, I stay up half the night, because believe me at this time it’s all I can sleep, thinking about how our lives have changed over the past eight years. I love my husband and I would never be as foolish as to think that our marriage was changing on the account of one kiss. But your mind tends to wonder when you spend a lot of time alone with your thoughts while everyone that you know is out there having a life while you are sitting at home and your partner only spends about an hour with you per day. From what we have all come to accept, society has lead us to think that a kiss can make or break a relationship, and yes ladies and gentlemen, I was in that place last night. Lately, we have spent so little time together on account of his schedule that I really am starting to get the impression that our marriage is changing. That based on something as simple and yet as complex as time that our lifetime commitment was and or is fading. For hours, I went around steamed thinking that our relationship had changed because my husband had not pressed his lips yup against mine for any amount of time. I talked to friends as the night went on about what this may mean. Was he still in love with me? Had his mind changed? Come to find out, he had a cold that he had contracted from a child that was riding in the back seat and coughing as they traveled. Here is my question though.. Would it had killed him to tell me that? Is communicating really that painful?

The Schedule

Happiness is often the result of being too busy to be miserable. I swear sometimes I wonder how I am dealing and emotionally surviving being a cab driver’s wife. At first I prepared myself for the early mornings and the fact that our time together was going to diminish to about three percent. But there are some days that it’s ridiculous  I never thought it would be  7:15pm, and he would be asleep for over half an hour. ASSLEEP!!!!!!!!!!! What kind of life is this? My landlord made a statement that made a lot of sense… He said and I quote “so much for married life huh”? What have our lives come to?

I know that he works, and that he is tired when he comes home, but an hour after he gets home and he is dead to the world. I realize that things have to be this way for a while, but really? I am not saying he should not get his sleep, but today I didn’t even get a kiss hello. What is that?