Over at YourTango, where I contribute a short essay every other week, I most recently wrote about how selfish I am. That is, how, and why, I regularly take time away from my family.
"In the last two weeks, I have only seen my husband and two sons for less than 24 hours and that is just fine with me. I love them all, enormously. But I love being alone, too. It's what feels natural to me. This was my biggest concern before getting married—could I live with someone, or several someones, for an extended time, no matter how much love was involved? To my relief, I discovered having a family, and living with them, is lovely—but only most of the time...."
You can read the rest here.
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It's so nice to know I'm not the only one! My friends tease me because I look forward every summer to the weekend (this one!) when my husband takes our kids camping. I think most people are uncomfortable with the idea of being alone, but I crave it too. Now if I could only get them to stay away longer than two days...
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