There was a time when husbands needed wives to manage a home.
When wives needed husbands to lift fridges and bring home the bacon.
I think the reality is that those days are long gone.
We don’t need one another any more.
I’m realising that with V as I’m sure he’s realising that with me.
When we’re apart, I don’t miss him as much, it’s a numbing feeling that I gradually adjust to.
But I’m headed home now and I’ve come to one simple conclusion.
I don’t need him.
But I sure as hell want to be with him.