My husband is a busy man. He works harder than anyone I’ve ever met, which has weight because I come from a hard working family. Zach rebounded quickly from losing his job months back, so he now has several projects up and running.
Zach’s work requires him to travel. Not often, and not for long periods of time, but every month or two he’s going somewhere. I know of wives that would travel with their husband on a business trip, which is kind of silly to me. I like marriage as a symbiotic mutualism, not a life-consuming act of entosis. Excuse the microbiology reference if you think I took it a bit far.
You’re probably asking yourself at this point what science and travelling spouses have in common? My answer is a little something I cleverly call the out of town lockdown.
When Zach’s gone and I get home from work, I don’t just lock the door. I double lock every door, set the alarm, and close all of the blinds. If I see even one blind lifted or crooked, I fix it. It would be foolish to leave a peep-hole for the robber, murderer, and/or any other bad guy that might be stalking me.
It’s not just me. Last week, my friend Meg sent me a picture of her arsenal when Colin was out of town.
Wedshock post-reading predators, you should take note of that picture. Texas women do not play around.
There are countless reasons you shouldn’t dread your husband’s absence, as sad as it may sound. Just keep in mind that it’s temporary, and let your mind be persuaded: