It’s been a long day, and here I am at the end of it – alone.
There were many years of my life I wished for the right “him” to be with as I ended my day. I thought to be complete I needed a husband or at least a lover. That to be alone meant that I had somehow failed. And as a result of that conception caused myself and my children untold grief. Tonight when I crawl into that double bed I’ll sprawl all over it, pull the covers where ever I want them. Turn my television to what ever channel I want it – as loud as I want it. Sleep with it on maybe. I won’t worry that I might snore, or God forbid drool. I may entertain my mothers favorite pass time and pass gas under the covers. I may even consider how farting became a competition sport in Texas. But tonight I won’t miss my late husband. (he’s not dead – just left one day and didn’t come home.)
I’ll thank God for another day above ground and the ability to see the good part of coming home….alone.