My marriage, much like everyone else’s is not free from
issue. Problems arise, we deal with them with as much grace as we can muster
and then we try to continue loving each other the best we can. Since moving to
Ohio, the adjustment has been taxing on me. After our second week, when I once
again broke down in hysterical sobs, Chuck told me he saw me cry more in the
two weeks we’d lived in Ohio than in our entire relationship. I felt blessed to
once again be near friends and family again, but I was seriously grieving the
loss of all the one-on-one time Chuck and I shared when we were in our faraway
land of Pittsburgh.
A few years ago I read The
Five Love Languages. While I love my husband’s cuddles and I love when he
does the dishes or opens the car door for me, my love language is 100% quality time. Chuck’s is too. We feel
closest to each other when we’re just sitting on the couch together watching a
movie, going for a walk or eating dinner together. Chuck legitimately is my
best friend and every second I have to spend with him is such a joy.
So right now, our biggest problem is the fact that I miss
him all.the.damn.time. I hate feeling like the needy wife that I am, or like I’m
making him choose between me and his friends. But because of our opposing work
schedules, I see him Wednesday and Sunday evenings. That’s it. I’m asleep when
he gets home, and he’s asleep when I leave. I miss him, terribly. And therein
lies the biggest problem in our marriage.
Which causes me to think- if the fact that my husband is
completely devoted, always makes me laugh, always helps out around the house,
but isn’t at home as much as I’d like is the biggest problem in my life- I am
one blessed lady.
So I’ll continue missing him, and soaking up every
opportunity to sneak kisses and hold his hand. All the while, thanking God for
the biggest problem in my marriage.