My husband works 6 nights a week, he works Sunday night until Saturday morning.
The only time he and I get together is when we go grocery shopping and then we don’t actually talk about anything, well nothing that isn’t along the lines of “What kind of sandwich meat do you want for your lunches” or “Do you think this is a good price for ground beef?”
Not very romantic. We had a tentative date planned for November 25 but he won tickets for a leaf game, so no date night.
I’m not mad that he’s going to the game. I’m happy for him. He loves watching the Leafs and tickets are so expensive.
That being said, two ships passing in the night really isn’t really great for a loving relationship.
Add into it the stress and frustration that I’m living with, well it’s just not a whole lot of fun being me lately.
The only excitement I’ve had lately is sitting in a dental clinic waiting room for 3 hours while my daughter got her broken tooth worked on.