TW has started her own business. This is wonderful, I'm glad she's doing what she loves and making difference in other peoples lives. I extremely proud that she's able to do this.
The company offers services for children with autism, so a lot of TW's schedule is set up due to the availability of the families that her company is working with. These times just so happen to be the evening hours, putting me home alone form 530/6 till about 830/9. Not too bad, that's not to say I wouldn't like her around, but I'm not a helpless child, I can manage, 3 1/2 hours on my own, I was single at one point.
So I went about preparing my dinner, which consisted of Gorton's Breaded fish fillets frozen peas, and a can of sliced potatoes (IMG below). I looked at this meal and I I felt dirty.
You see, I use to cook a lot in out house, because I got home ahead of TW on a pretty regular basis, and if I do say myself I was pretty damn good at cooking, creating delicious meals for the both of us. Looking at the plate I had just pretty much heated made me feel, I don't know like a hillbilly or someone not capable of using basic cooking techniques. It was then I realized that this being on my own during dinner time was going to be awful, and not because I need TW to cook for me, but because I need to cook for TW.
You see that's what I realized marriage is last night while eating my shitty dinner, its wanting to have someone around not because you need them there, but because you want them there. Their being around, helps you push yourself to be better, like not microwave your dinner.
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