When Mouse first left, I thought these days would be torture. I assumed I would be incredibly lonely. But I’m learning to enjoy my solitary existence and appreciate the freedom it affords me. It’s the ultimate self-indulgence, doing whatever I desire with my free time, without compromise or apologies. I go on long runs and cook my favorite foods. I write without interruption. I don’t feel guilty about taking time for girly pleasures like pedicures or afternoons at the salon. So, even though I miss him, I have been enjoying the advantages of semi-single life. This time apart has allowed me to reset, to remember what it’s like to just be me.
He’ll be back in a few short days, though, and my life will resume its loud, boisterous, and energetic pace. I will slip back into my old self, the decidedly un-single self who shares her life with a man who makes her very happy. My free time may dwindle and I will have to nix pumpkin and tofu from my dinner menus, but such sacrifices are worth it. Because, when it comes down to it, I enjoy sharing my time and life with him. Our life is worth every little bit of compromise.
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