When you’re married to someone for more than half your life, you get used to talking with them. You tell each other pretty much everything. At least that’s the way it was for me and Cindy. Of course, the fact that we worked for the same company together for 18 years (and in the same department for over 10) increased that tremendously. We used to talk on breaks, in the car, and, of course, when we got home. I miss that.
Now, when something really great happens, or something really bad, my first thought is, “I must tell Cindy.” Then, reality hits like a ton of bricks and that really sucks.
Here’s a perfect example. Today, is the last day of work for a favorite co-worker of ours. He’s retiring after 32 years with the company. He and Cindy used to work closely together at times. Yesterday, we had an office party for him. One the drive home, I thought how much Cindy will enjoy hearing about the party. I repeated this thought several times, only to be snapped back to reality with a “stunning” whiplash.
I don’t know what the best answer is, but I get through this by still talking to Cindy. I talk to her picture at work. I talk to her picture in the living room at home and I talk to her pictures in our bedroom. When I’m in the car, I talk to her there too. Maybe I should put a picture on the sun visor for good measure. What do you think?
It’s exceptionally difficult when the person you love to talk to the most isn’t there. That’s a special kind of lonely.