separation anxiety

From the day I got engaged, I had every intention of being a super cool wife. You know the kind- the ones who give their husbands lots of space when he wants to be with the boys and don’t nag about the socks on the floor and basically have their own bunch of things to do in life without complaining how he’s too busy or has too much work to be able to always hang out with me.

Almost a year into married life and I think I have held up my intentions rather well. For the most part of it I think I have been good. But holidays always spoil you silly. After 13 days of having k to myself, I am now used to seeing him around me somewhere, swimming in the pool in Galle, walking on the street in Colombo next to me, enjoying the buffet at Kandalama hotel. It was constant eye-contact connection, one that I was enjoying immensely. The past few days have seen us both back at work and smack in the midst of wedding season with a flurry of frenetic activity. Early work morning, late mehndi nights, evenings running errands and poof, the days are gone.

I’m trying to rationalize the fact that one cannot live within arms length of each other all the night and of course my rational side has explained to me how the holidays are pockets of wonderfulness, enjoyable more because for the rest of the year we earn them. I understand that, of course, we have to get back to “normal” life where we have our own timings and schedules and commitment- a life where we have to actually construct time for each other. We have to deal with seeing each other in the evenings and that too usually at someone’s wedding these days. I understand it all; but I honestly cannot stop the feeling that curls inside me, that makes me want to pick up the phone and call him just to chit chat with him about ridiculous details of the day or hear his voice on the hour. I find myself doing more things in the day these days to cover up for thinking time- a subliminal keep busy sign till k gets back. And all the while I cringe at the much hated typical wife I sound like all the while laughing gamely at the big voice saying gotcha! in my head.

Advertisements

Published by

jammie

people who know me...know me.

10 thoughts on “separation anxiety”

  1. i ditto nisreen! soo well written and soooo true as well! only u can write out emotions and feelings so poignantly! id be afraid to even try to give them justice.

  2. gotcha – hehehehe -Happy Anniversary sweets – I am thinking that when I am about to commit to someone, Id pass her on to this blog and test her on it. If shes comes in at even 60% shes a keeper πŸ˜‰
    Best wishes to K as well.

    Cheers
    MKA

  3. been meaning to write to u all day. been busy all day, its still july 23 here…. huffy anniv! hope u had a great one!

  4. it has been a year- thanks cocaine- very sweet of you to say- ill prolly have my manual out by then hee hee.

    thanks everyone for the wishes-

    idiot- what wedding?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s