I lived for years desiring this
It’s called “retirement”
He’d come home one day and stay here
We’d both be so content.
No more business trips he would take
I would not be alone
His smiling face I’d always see
Not talking on a phone.
Together we would have such fun
Continually sublime
We’d stroll together hand in hand
Now he’d be only mine.
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Well, it has been just seven months
I didn’t plan for this
He’s always home and there is just
Too much togetherness.
I’m not the only wife I found
Who wants a little space
It’s hard to say, “I missed you, Dear”
When he won’t leave our place.
A business trip just now and then
His voice on a phone call
I’d pay someone to pick him up
And take him to the mall.
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It’s not that we don’t love our guys
Or don’t want them around
But soon their call, “Where are you, Hon?”
Becomes a dreaded sound.
We wives should have a place to vent
No, not to just complain
But share survival skills that work
Before we go insane!
I started out to write this blog
“My husband just retired”
So wives can share what happened when
They got what they “desired.”
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