T’other half was out last night seeing an old friend, so I had the place to myself for a change. As she was packing her overnight bag, we realised that it was the first evening apart we’d had since the wedding.
This sparked an interesting mix of emotions, but what surprised me the most was the small twinges of insecurity. Maybe it’s a buried artifact of divorce or something, but the sight of her packing clothing and hair tongs into the bag while I was sat on the bed packing nothing felt decidedly odd.
Don’t get me wrong, the minute she said she’d been invited out I was pleased for her, and planning a night of XBox, pizza and beer. It just surprised me when the moment came.
From a late night call, it sounds like she had a great night out, and I’ve no doubt she’ll have some stories to tell whenever she gets home. My own evening was a simple one of games, television and a couple of beers while chatting online and catching up with people. I’m a simple creature at heart, easily pleased.
Projects for today include beginning to rearrange my daughter’s bedroom, fitting a new battlecruiser in EVE properly (a Harbinger, for those keeping track), and finishing a short story for a competition.
See you later.