More Apprehension About Leaving My Husband Home By Himself
More Apprehension About Leaving My Husband Home By Himself
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I'm getting ready to leave for a few days...and dreading what this trip will do to our relationship. As I've mentioned previously, Rob doesn't do well when I leave him home. He drinks. But I didn't mention the lowest blow of all.
Last time I went away to take care of my father for a few days, we made it a topic of couples counseling. I was nervous about the potentially difficult days ahead, and our therapist felt we should figure out how Rob could support me during that time. We decided on a standing phone call every morning and evening.
Rob and I talked a few times that week, and the days passed quickly. I was relieved to get home, to see the guy whose phone calls had kept me sane and grounded. But it went like this:
It's midnight. I come into our apartment — after the seven-hour drive — laden with heavy bags. Rob is on the couch watching television, just a few feet away.
"I'm home!" I say.
"Hi!" he says.
He doesn't get up. He sits there, staring at the screen. I come over for a kiss. Apparently he's watching something earth-shattering, because he keeps his eyes on the screen and doesn't notice me. I go unpack.
And that's it. I felt horribly neglected. I cried over it as I unpacked, in fact. It seemed to me he might have made a show of effort, to let me know he was as glad as I that the trip was over and I had made it back in one piece. But I got nothing. I'm hoping this trip won't end up in a repeat.
I leave in the morning and neither of us has said word one about a phone plan. What does that tell you? It doesn't look good.
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