My Wife Came Back… The Very Next Day.
…I thought she was a goner, but she wouldn’t stay away.
OK, it was not *exactly* the very next day, but close enough.
No, seriously! Like always, I forget to blog about things when they actually happen.
My wife and I actually sat on the phone for hours the very night of the day she left. Within two (maybe three) days she thought she had made the wrong choice (leaving that is).
Needless to say my wife and children (all my ladies in the house) have spent the night here 18 days out of 24 gone. I know, it cracks me up too.
Later on today in fact we plan on going house shopping. I’ll ditch my current domicile, she’ll abandon the apartment she rented (and regretted) and we’ll find a much nicer, larger home.
It’s amazing the things you argue about when you are married with children, sharing a home, a life, hell, everything.
My wife made some mistakes, some poor choices. If I were to sit here and tell you that I was a perfect gentleman enacting only the most logical of choices, I would not only be a liar, but I would be a fool for not admitting it takes two.
And um… well, that’s about that.