My soon to be "not my husband" is supposed to leave today for two glorious weeks. TWO WEEKS! That's two weeks of a clean house, no yelling, no arguing, no tons of laundry (cuz he's worse than a woman), no shitty guilt inspiring nasty comments, no glued to the computer or playstation, no everything. Oh, privacy, I adore you.
How does a marriage come to this end? My feelings are just one of the many indicators that this marriage truly is over. I don't even care that he's going into a combat zone for five days. Just go. The last month we have either argued or I've had to listen about this trip. He has such an obssessive personality. Nothing can just go off without a hitch, it has to be this big fucking drama for everything!
I can't wait to have someone to talk to that doesn't constantly talk about work. Certainly there must be more interesting things to discuss? Poetry, books, philosophy, religion, politics, something.... I have been so starved for intellectualy stimulation since I've met him. Any time I've even tried to start conversations, he gets defensive and turns it into an argument.
I'm just so glad for the break. This means I will only have to endure 4 more weeks with him. That's it. Thank goodness.