Friday

Friday used to be my favorite day of the week. The work week was over and all I wanted to do was head home and spend time with my husband.

I worked from home today. By 7pm I couldn’t stand sitting in the house anymore, so the girls and I went outside. I sat in the bar while they ran around the yard. That didn’t help. It just made it worse, surrounded by Joe everywhere. His funny yard signs, his tools, his trophies on the bar.

There is this really cool venue in town where live music can be found most every day of the week. A duo I’d heard before was playing. I’d decided earlier in the day to go, and then changed my mind by the time my work day ended. But now I had to get out of this house, so I threw on some mascara and headed out the door.

I arrived just before their first set ended. I sat close to the front, right next to a large table of people. The longer I sat the more lonely it felt.

I needed Joe. He loved to hear live music. He loved to people watch. He also loved putting his arm around me as we listened to the music. I never felt more safe than when his arm was around me.

I miss being a couple. I miss going out with my beautiful man. Yes, I’ve mastered being home alone, but being out in public without him is still a struggle.

And I hate Fridays.