I miss my husband and I’m not ashamed to say it.
But there was a time when I was … When I couldn’t stand to reveal to the world my need and desire for my one and only (or for anyone to be honest).
You see, I grew up in a world where independence was looked highly upon … No need for WWIII to break out just because daddy was away on a business trip. And I am so thankful for that–I’m glad that I learned not to fall to pieces when family members were away from the nest.
Unfortunately, the independence I learned to value and appreciate created in me a distaste for anything dependent. Which can be a hazardous mixture in marriage. It isn’t fair to your other half when you are okay with wanderlusting the globe alone and unattached; and, though it may reassure your traveling mate that you’ll be okay when he or she is away, it doesn’t speak love to be so nonchalant and capable when they’re away.
Everyone wants to know they are wanted.
Everyone needs to know they are needed.
It wasn’t until a friend told me that it was okay to feel lonely when separated from my beloved. That it was normal to feel like half of me was missing … since half of me truly was. Freedom broke out in my heart. It’s okay to need someone; to not want to leave without your other half; To miss others.
So here’s to missing my husband … May the interestate grow smaller and smaller in distance and the home lights burn brighter with each passing mile.