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.