I don't know why, but I've been having some nagging doubts about my feelings for my husband and our relationship recently. I do know why - it's because he's so close to coming home. I'm having to face the reality of the circumstance now. It's not a far-away dream anymore.
I look at pictures of him, and whilst I feel like I love him, know him....I find myself feeling so distant and detached. Like the Dave I've come to know is just a bunch of words in an email, a voice on the end of the phone, or a digital picture.
I wonder how I'm going to feel about the real Dave. The flesh and blood Dave. The Dave that snores and pees noisily in the night. The Dave that loads his food with garlic salt. That Dave that is obstinate and pig headed and cold and stand offish. The Dave that I married, the one who sent me flowers after I had a breast lump removed, the one who cried when I called him to tell him I had been in an accident and thought I was dying...the one who holds my hand and has the ability to make me weep or be overwhelmed with joy with just a look. The Dave who gets immense joy from 'dutch oven'-ing me in the car and who can't sleep well unless some part of his body is touching mine. The Dave who's a great dad, an even better cop, the one who fixes things when they break and who refuses to ride passenger with me because I make him 'nauseous' and it's just not a 'manly' thing to do; have your woman drive you around.
What if I don't like living with him again? What if it was more fun being alone? More importantly, what if he doesn't like ME anymore? What if he decides that being a single dude was more fun? How am I going to handle that rejection? What if the last 10 years was just ...well, I'm not even going to go there right now.
I thought that the hard part was over. Seems to me it's just beginning.