How My Wife and I Took a Break
Yes, we decided it would be for the best. It was a calm, mutual decision, and we both managed to stay composed. There was even some joking. Were both sensible, well-mannered people, after all.
My wife packed up her things. She took our little spaniel with her too.
She left.
Only for three days, to her younger sisters in Bath.
The girls wanted a bit of a holiday togetherjust the two of them. Sprawling out in bed as long as they pleased, chatting about everything under the sun, watching films, munching chocolate under the duvet, giggling at Instagram photos, and doting on our tiny dog.
What did I do? Honestly, nothing special. I didnt dash out for a few pints, nor did I ring up my mates for a night of beers. Really didnt see the point.
Well, I did blare the radio a bit too loudly in the mornings, Ill admit. Oh, and I gave the oven and fridge a good cleanthats about as wild as I got.
Yesterday, my wife and our little spaniel returned. In the evening. We had our hugs and kisses, of course. I even suggested we go out for a walk with the dog together. Normally, its my wife who takes her out, and just for a quick stroll. But this time, we bundled the spaniel up warmly and headed off on an adventure around the neighbourhood. We walked side by side, chatting away. Somewhere along the way, the dog managed to lose her winter boot, and neither of us even noticed.
Usually, our evenings are spent watching a movie or reading. Not this time. We just went to bed a bit earlier.
You know, Im absolutely convinced that a bit of time apart is good for a marriage. In fact, Id say its essential, at least every six months or so. No shouting or slamming doors, none of that Im leaving for my mums! drama. No, Im talking about healthy little separations. Years ago, people might go away for a long weekendto visit a friend, have a barbecue, or just get some fresh air in the country. Its good to take a holiday from each other, even if youre getting on brilliantly. Life needs a bit of variety, even in the happiest relationships.
And lets be honest, every man needs a bit of time on his own now and then. Not to descend into madness, not to start on the whisky at breakfast, just to be alone with his thoughts. Perhaps women need this toothough I wouldnt call myself an expert there. I have a feeling women are generally more social and communicative than men. But who knows? Im not the authority.
For a man, these small spells of solitude are almost a necessity. Why do so many husbands head off to go fishing? Its not about the fish. Its about having a day or two alone, gazing at the water, listening to the birds. Its a sort of meditation.
But the best part is coming home. The reunion is where the magic isthat joy, that tenderness and warmth. Thats what its all about. Hello, my love!
And then, off to bed early. As soon as possible, really.
If theres anything Ive learnt, its that a little distance can do wonders, as long as theres plenty of love left to bring you back together.
