Monday, January 19, 2009
One of those days when I so so so so wish mine wasn't the MIA husband, whom I only get to see at nights due to the time difference, and even then, only as a blurry face on my laptop screen.
So far, relatives and friends alike have been asked more than 2o73097 times (with that I-don't-believe-she-can-deal-with-that look on their incredulous faces) on how I cope with not having my husband with me . My quick-as-lightning straight-faced answer would be "Well, I've been there, done that - know the tricks (or for this should I say - working rules) of the trade and all that bull - and my punchline would be - I'M USED TO IT".
To an extent, I AM used to it, maybe because my previous long relationship was also l/d, me being away most of the time. Only this time, I am the one left lonely here, and he's the one overseas. Hmmmm. Now I KNOW how it feels, eh?
To another extent, even if I am not used to it - I'd have to learn, don't I - we are not kids no more, and if that's where his ricebowl lies, then, when I agreed to marry the man, I agreed to that condition too, oui?
But, the truth about women - We are needy. Maybe most more than that minimal percentage I proudly count myself into, but ALL of us have this neediness that only a man was BORN to deal with (heh). And I don't even mean sexually.
Some of us stand by being independent and all, not needing much man-ly help - I am a staunch supporter of this, by the way - but when the truth strikes at that time of the month when the hormones are raging, and the stomach is doing overturns and all we wana do is scream at someone just for the sake of screaming and letting out, OR feel the warmth of that 1 significant person beside us (and this is best if he does massages, tummy, AND feet) - we ARE needy.
Even the most independent of us all. That includes me.
Oh - and right smack of my writing this piece with him in mind, thats my laptop ringing now - hopefully the Hubz greeting me with "Happy 3rd month Anniversary"!
Gotta go!
:p