Granted, we were separated for two and a half years, so some of these things, I've missed far longer than others. And to be honest, we were only happy for the first six years of our twenty year marriage...a miscarriage and our inability to grieve as a couple shook the foundation of our relationship. We were never the same again.
Still, we carried on for fourteen more years, raising a daughter and a son.They alone made the rocky journey a priceless endeavor.
What do I miss from those six years of marriage?
1. I miss having someone to fight me for the covers.
2. I miss complaining about his cold feet.
3. I miss cuddling on the couch and watching action movies.
4. I miss going to chick-flick movies and listening to him whine.
5. I miss him eating the entire bowl of Cool Whip I'd bought for a recipe.
6. I miss him eating the last of the ice cream.
7. I miss complaining because he put the toilet paper on backwards.
8. I miss eating his awesome chili.
9. I miss someone coming home who's happy to see me.
10. I miss cooking something disastrous and him lying and saying it's delicious.
11. I miss him saying that I'm beautiful even though I know I'm not.
12. I miss being the one to fret when he's late coming home.
13. I miss being his parents' third daughter.
14. I miss him complaining because I read too much.
15. I miss his noisy EA Sports video games.
16. I miss date nights.
17. I miss the way he used to play with my hair.
18. I miss sleeping in on Sundays.
19. I miss being late for work because he made me late.
20. I miss being the girl he picked.
Postscript. When we were twelve years old, we met for the very first time in study hall. On that same day, I made a friend. One of my best. You know her as Bambi. Well, at break every day, Bambi always, without fail, bought a 3 Musketeers candy bar. She would take one bite then dig out the fluffy insides. I honestly thought it was kind of gross but never said so. I preferred to eat my 3 Musketeers in a more dainty fashion. Know what sucks? I can't even LOOK at a 3 Musketeers candy bar anymore much less eat one. So yeah, she took him. But did she have to take the damn candy bar, too?
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