As hubby prepares to depart for home six weeks ahead of me, I find myself teary, sad, melancholy, and reflective. I reflect on this feeling of “missing him” even before he goes. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but in this case his presence has made my heart grow fonder. After 20 years of working and only having evenings and weekends together, the last 10 months of togetherness has brought us closer. Even though I have been working, living in a small town in a foreign country has eliminated a lot of the usual outside activities. Here, we do everything together.
They say that expat couples who come here (UAE) either get stronger or they break apart, because there’s very little space… not physical space, because there’s lots of that, but there is a shortage of personal space. He can’t go off motorcycling with his buddies and I don’t go out with “the girls” like I would do at home. Our free time is spent together. When outside distractions are removed, we end up focusing on ourselves… and it’s been wonderful (most of the time J)
My heart is heavy with his impending departure (14 hours and counting). This I feel after only 20 years together. Even knowing that we’ll be together again in six weeks, doesn’t make it easier. Like a true Venutian, I tear up while the Martian is busy making sure that I have everything I will need. He has stocked up my medicines and food supplies. He has asked the neighbors to keep an eye out for me. He’s even encouraging me to hook up with the other ladies for something to do.
Six weeks and counting.