I admit that at times, I can be very judgmental. But whether it be karma or divine justice, I, more often than not, find myself the victim of my own previous condemnations.
For example, I used to silently sneer at those women who had minor breakdowns when their husbands traveled. I used to think to myself, “get a hold of yourself, woman! The world will not end in the few days/week that your husband will be gone. How subservient to be so dependent on your husband’s presence.” Little did I know about love and marriage.
Mr. F. left today to go to
It is a bit of a shock to find out how dependent on Mr. F. I have become in such a short time. To find out how much I value our little daily rituals: mealtimes, watching TV, sharing an after dinner snack, reading before bed, and snuggling before sleep. To just have his presence in the house even if we are in different rooms doing different things. And yes, our separation is only for a short time—a mere week. However, it gives me a brief glimpse into what it would be like to be alone, without him. And honestly? It scares the living daylight out of me.
Now I understand those wives-whose anxiety I silently mocked. I understand that what they were reacting to was the fleeting vision of a life containing a big, gaping black hole that used to be filled by their best friend, love, and companion. I now find that instead of ridicule towards them, I have deep and heartfelt compassion.