I woke feeling like I did every Sunday morning at Leann's. I could hear Dan walking around and going through our luggage, "what are you looking for?" He didn't even turn around, "I need Advil and my shorts". I told him to check my toiletries bag and rolled back over. I could hear him shake the bottle of pills and turn on the water, "do you want a couple?" I think I grumbled something that resembled a "yes" but even I couldn't tell. He tapped me on the shoulder and fed me the Advil. "I'm going swimming for a bit". Oh my god, I'm pretty sure I'm still intoxicated and he's going into the ocean. "Will you please grab coffee on your way back?" I heard the door close and I'm going to pray very hard that he heard me.
Last night was the most fun we have had together in a long time. We pub crawled the entire boardwalk and made our way to the main strip, it reminded me of when we first met. I almost forgot how funny and interesting my own husband was; he may be the greatest company I have ever had. He is considerate, exciting, hilarious, intelligent, handsome and a complete gentleman to me even after eight years. Dan never once brought up our marriage last night or my struggles or sadness, he just let go with me; I need a friend more than a husband right now and he just easily makes the adjustment. I wish I could be more to him; I wish I was more like him, balanced, untouched and genuinely happy. I just need to find the better version of myself.
I finally got out of bed and laid in the shower, we were going to try and find the Hollywood sign and do some shopping today. I could hear Dan come back I had a sinking feeling because he deserves better and when you know better you do better...but what if I don't know how? I grab my bath robe and meet him in the kitchen area; I was happy to see him and coffee. I looked over to see my phone was lighting up; my stomach started to turn because I immediately thought of John. I didn't even bother to check, I have to concentrate on Dan and he deserves everything I have left.
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