With my husband as a musician, Iâ€™m â€œused toâ€ saying good bye for long periods of time. (Hence, â€œMusicianâ€™s Widowâ€ of course.) I only â€œlikeâ€ it because it means income into the household. But good-byes are never what youâ€™d call fun.
Right now, it was my turn to â€œgo on the road for workâ€ and I said good-bye to my husband for a few weeks.
Confession: I still get sad saying good-bye, even if Iâ€™m â€œused to it.â€
I woke up in a funk this morning of good-bye. I kept telling myself to not ruin our last few hours by moping, but it was HARD. My logical side said it had to be, but my emotional side wanted to make him stay with me a few more days. (He drove me to Texas for work, and he was leaving to go back home to Nashville while I stayed behind.)Â Cancel gigs. Ignore the winter weather warnings. Stay!
But, no, he had to go. So I hugged and kissed him and waved as he drove away.
Weâ€™ll both get in an old rhythm that we get into when weâ€™re apart. Phone calls. Chat session on AIM. Etc. Weâ€™re good at this, and at the end of the day itâ€™s not REALLY that big of a deal. Itâ€™s our life and â€œhow we roll.â€ We will both be so busy during this time that the days will fly by for us. Itâ€™s all good.
Iâ€™m fine now. Miss him like crazy, of course, but Iâ€™m doing fine. Â Butâ€¦ I do still get sad to say good-bye.