Our First Weekend Apart
GUYS... it happened. I left. Like went out of town... oh God. He's going to forget who I am! I hope he doesn’t feel neglected. He better get enough attention. All these thoughts ran through my head as I packed my bag.
A weekend away with my girls. Away from work and all my adult responsibilities. Sounds PERFECT... and all in all it was. But, I missed my Boston so much. One of my gal pals has a house in North Louisiana. Beautiful old plantations, abandoned cemetaries, a lot of scenery, and nothing to do but be outdoors. She brought her dogs and I did have that option but, I was a little selfish. I wanted a weekend where I didn't have to worry where he was at all times and have to clean up his mess. Was that shitty of me? (no pun intended) I think also I wanted to test it out. See his limits like how will he handle this situation. So off to his godfathers he went!
Yes, I am that person who names godparents for her animals... DO NOT JUDGE ME! Anyways, we were apart for 2 nights and 3 whole days. The first day wasn't so bad until i drank my first bottle of wine, then he became my only thought. I admit I did drunkingly call my friend in the middle of the night. I may or may not have woken them both up... He texted me that everything was fine so I had to just trust his word. Second day we were pretty busy with adventurous car rides and singing and doing all the basic road trip itinerary things four girls would do. My friend did update me with pics and said he was having the time of his life... I’m not sure if he meant Boston or himself..?
It was Sunday which meant it was time to head home.Once we would get back into town i knew it was back to reality. Also back to my BossMan. During the drive I did have some uneasy thoughts. How is going to react when he hears my voice? Is he going to remember me? Will he welcome me just like any other human being he sees or will it be different? Will it be a special type of excitement? We finally arrived. Parked the car. Walked up to the door. I knocked. I said his name and before I could finish he instantly came to me. At that moment I could tell he knew. I could finally breathe. I was so happy to see my baby!
The ride to our house he literally would not get off of me. I mean He usually rides on top of me but this was different. Any time I moved to adjust my arm he would dig deep into my shoulder. I could feel how worried he was, as if every movement meant I was leaving him again. Little does he know this will be a normal thing, me going on trips and him staying behind. Its all apart of our journey and one day it will get easier... one day.
