This Love is Ridiculous in Days of My Destiny

I have been with my man for 10 years.

He just had 10 days off work, post-vasectomy.

Tonight, after he got ready for work again, he came up to me with a sadness in his eyes to say goodbye and said, “It has been great.”

I said, “I’m going to cry.”

And I did.

HOW IS IT THAT WE ARE STILL THIS MUCH IN LOVE??!?!?!?

He did not piss me off ONCE in these ten days. Because he just never does! And I never piss him off!

How is it possible?!?!?!?

I told him he is perfect.

Because he is.

And then I told him that Adulthood sucks.

Back to the grind it is. And that’s the thing I think I was mostly crying about: this new loss of freedom after having attained it without even realising. Having him in my bed every night and every morning. Having him around at all hours, seeing his gorgeous face. Feeling his beautiful arms around me. The safety of his love. All the time. The freedom to choose what to do at what time at which place. The ability to relax in any which way that suited our hearts’ desire. Even if my parents were here. It was still relaxing. The absence of that stupid R word: responsibility. That comes with work and adulthood in general.

Will I miss him in my bed tonight? In truth, not really. I’m used to it - when we’re “in the grind.” But I will miss his companionship and everything he symbolises. I will miss US.

Back in the damn grind.

Last updated September 28, 2014