So this weekend I realized why Hollywood divorces happen.
Backstory:
T has largely been gone during the bulk of the week, Monday through Friday. Traveling all over creation, he's then home on the weekends but leaves again Sunday night or Monday morning. It'll be this way for a few more weeks and then will simmer down pretty much right on Thanksgiving Day.
I'm used to full weeks, but it's been hard having them back to back to back. But by far one of the roughest parts is the first 14 hours or so having T back home. See, when he's gone? I run the show. AM to PM. I am THE boss. The only one. I ask someone to do something and they have to do it (even if it's, "Ezra, put on your shoes, please. Ezra, shoes. SHOES. SHOES. SHOES. Oh my heavens, put on your shooooooeeeesssss. Alright, I'm leaving right now."). When T is back, I am not the only boss...yet I still act like it. I get agitated and pissy if he doesn't do what I ask him to do. We have disgruntled exchanges where I turn surly and pouty. I stomp upstairs on a Friday night. It's lot of fun, guys.
Like PMS, it takes me about half a day to realize why I'm acting the way I am and then I apologize. And then I feel bad. And then the ship's been righted, but by that point it's Saturday evening and, well, soon another trip is upon us.
So here's where Hollywood comes into play. If we, as a couple, were apart for longer periods of time and! had a support group (like staff) (I have no staff) (except a crazy-ass cleaning lady) reducing the reliance on the other partner-spouse person and! were involved in big projects reducing attention to the other person, staying married would be tough. It really would. So I get it, Hollywood. Well-played.