I often get a sympathetic reaction when it comes up in conversation that I live apart from my SO (so difficult to know what to call the 'significant other' after a certain age - 'boyfriend' seems to cute and girly, 'partner' seems so formal and business like, 'my chap' too trite...... will stick with SO for the time being methinks).
The reality is far from deserving of sympathy though - in fact I think it is positively deserving of envy! What could be better than waiting expectantly for the week to end so that we can be together again - whether he comes to me, or I go to him (we take it in turns) it is always an awaited and special occasion, rather than an every day occurence. Him or I leaving at the end of each weekend is bittersweet, but tempered by the fact that it is only for a few short days.
More plus points? Well, being a woman of independant mind and means, I value my time to myself. I thrive in a relationship, but I do love also to spend time in my own (inimitable) company (my felines tell me I am a great to knock around with), or with friends after work. I also have grown to value the long train journeys to and from Dorset - a time for me to catch up on the escapist bliss that is reading, the self indulgent snooze or altering the odd frock (why oh why oh why OH WHY don't they make frocks for us hourglass gals anymore).
Anyway, in a nutshell, there is nothing to pity and much to envy I do believe. Contact bewteen weekend reunions is easy peasy with texting, e-mails and skype (what a fabulous service). I shall leave you 'living togethers' to your daily doses of each other and am already planning next weekend's pleasurable pastimes (whilst lounging on the sofa in blissful solitude).
Sunday 2 August 2009
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