Date Night?

Dr. Jekyll asked me out on a date; or was it Mr. Hyde?  I’m not sure which part of my husband is asking but he’s asked to see me and I’m having trouble saying ‘no.’

Two months, ago, I left Mr. Hyde and moved back home.  My decision wasn’t easy, but I missed my kids and I couldn’t continue living in such an unstable home.  The fighting and bad times started to erase all memories of good times.  It didn’t feel like MY home anymore and most importantly, my kids didn’t feel at home with Mr. Hyde.  My door has always been open for my kids, but if they don’t want to walk through it because they don’t like the stepfather on the other side, that’s a big problem.

The last couple of months have been rough.  Having to start my life over again and re-settle hasn’t been easy.  I love the time with my children, but I honestly do miss Dr. Jekyll.

When we dated, the long distance between us led to weekends away every couple of months.  We’d meet up for a weekend at a romantic getaway or a fun amusement park.  We’d take turns traveling to each other’s home states and only leave the hotel room to gasp for air and a quick meal.  I usually traveled the longer distance and spent a lot more time in his hometown than mine.  I nearly went broke on airfare and travel costs.  We figured it would be cheaper to just get married than keep traveling.

The trips were always exciting and we’d plan every little detail for weeks or sometimes months beforehand.  We couldn’t wait to see each other and when we did, we hardly slept because we didn’t want to waste a single minute together.  Never sure when we would see each other again, we’d cram every activity we could into those weekends.  Each one was a mini romantic vacation we never wanted to end.