My partner returned to London yesterday and it wasn’t a moment too soon. I love having him here but he disrupts my world to such an extent that it takes me a week to catch up after he leaves.
Normally writing and bits of housework get done after work. When he is here, after work is our time so I can’t really tell him I don’t want to speak to him because I would rather write. Most of the time it is not a problem but as we reach the 2 week stage in each other’s company, I start to get antsy.
There is washing needing done, batch cooking, a big shopping with completely different food and numerous articles to write. Add to that the whole weekend where I don’t go and speak to people about local items for my paper and I am way behind by the time he leaves.
A long distance relationship is great when you are older and used to being on your own. You get the excitement of meeting up again and spending time together. Going places you wouldn’t go on your own, spoiling each other with sneaky little gifts or jaunts out and about.
The downside is that you never really get used to each other. There are still things that change in your life when you are together. Things that are going to go back to the way they were once the two of you are apart again. Silly things like the contents of your fridge, he uses semi-skimmed, I use skimmed but use semi-skimmed when he is here. The TV is on when he is here, I barely use the TV when I am here on my own. He does breakfast, I don’t do breakfast, I do tea and a couple of digestive biscuits. After nearly three weeks together, I don’t want to see breakfast for a long long time.
I cried when he left, I wasn’t ready for him going, even though I was more than ready the day before.
Now we chat online again and catch up on the phone. It will be another month at least until we meet again. By then I will have forgotten all the little things that have irked me and be waiting impatiently for him to arrive.