As you know from my previous post, he wasn’t here last night.
My daughter was in her car, talking to her sister, while I ate my soup and blogged.
(You know, Thursday night I made stew to cook in the crock pot all day Friday so dinner would be ready when I got home Friday evening. He saw me making the stew. He could have said, oh, I won’t be home for dinner tomorrow night. ~ Or not.)
About the time I finished eating and blogging, my daughter came in from talking to her sister.
And we had a lovely evening.
She got some soup to eat and we actually were sitting down together at the dining room table, free to talk with each other. This, like, never happens!
After she finished eating, she got her box full of all the things she had made in ceramics class this semester. She took them out of the box, one at at time, and showed them to me and told me about them.
Eventually, her ceramic pieces were all spread out on the dining room table. We put tea lights in a few of them and we put water and floating candles in a few of them. The light from the candles would reflect in the glaze of the various dishes. It was lovely.
It was so nice to spend the evening with her. And when we needed to go to bed, I felt so sad thinking about all the evenings that I have missed that could have spent with her if we weren’t trying to hide from and placate my passive aggressive husband.
I thoroughly enjoyed have the bed and the bedroom and the bathroom to myself. It felt, oh, I don’t know, luxurious? He’ll probably be home soon, but I sure did enjoy my respite.