There comes a Friday in the life of a married couple where for the first time they don’t spend the day together. She goes to her thing early in the morning before the sun rises. He sleeps through the day and wakes up in the afternoon to go to his thing. She comes home at night to an empty house. He’ll come home to a sleeping her.
Our first weekend-Friday apart and I miss my husband like a doting girlfriend.
This is so embarrassing.