#thepersonalside: Getting Out of My Head

Being an introvert can make a person happy when he or she is by his or herself. I know that I enjoy my own company while my husband is at work five days of the week. I have all the control over what I do. After a little pick-up through the house, my house looks just as I want it to look. I revel in the silence that is all through my home.

However, introverted biases can and do leave me feeling desolate when the hours start stacking up. At that point, I find myself getting into the “what if” game with myself. Even though I am definitely a lone wolf type, I must admit I’d be lost without my husband even though I have wanted my solitude in the past more than anything else.

Two months ago — February — I came down with the flu. It took me the entire month to get over it. It was during this time when I got reacquainted with my best friend. I’m talking about my husband. He also had the flu but he was done with it within ten days while I continued to endure the fever, nausea, and body aches for another three weeks.

He took care of me all during the ailment except when he had to be at work. He’d arrive home after his day at the job grabbing a Jello cup from the refrigerator and bringing it to me in the bedroom. It was the only solid food my stomach would tolerate until the last week of February. He sat with me telling me about his day, which helped me keep my spirit up.

By that last week of that terrible month, our communications were so much better we were tossing out an occasional joke in the air about the other one without any hard feelings getting in the way. We seem to understand each other better just as we had when we were living on the Greek island of Crete [which was over twenty years ago].

Why had we drifted apart? Why didn’t we see what was happening to the bond that brought us together? My guess is we let outside influence take precedence over our lives. I’m thinking we let society’s views have the dominate stance instead of our feelings for each other.

Both of us have wanted to blame our lack of attention on what has been around us for about ten years. However, if we were to be truthful with ourselves, we would have realized that although neither of us is content with where we are, the important problem had been with our attitudes.

We, still, are disgruntled by our current surroundings but we are enjoying each other’s company now and not letting the milieu around us have the control.

Who is your best friend?

“Sometimes there are people in this world that you meet. Most of these people remain just that, passing acquaintances that further down the line you will struggle to remember their names, let alone picture their faces and it all fades into a distant past almost like a dissolving aspirin. Some acquaintances become friends, but again these come and go with only a few remaining consistent. However, occasionally you will meet someone that changes who you are and who you will become.”
Emily Williams, Letters to Eloise


7 thoughts on “#thepersonalside: Getting Out of My Head

  1. “In sickness and in health” but I think it’s in sickness when our love takes over. All we want is to care for the other person and to make that person better. Last year, when I had two bouts with injury, my best friend (my wife) was there for me. , and she surprised me with her ability to rise to the occasion. It’s OK, she surprised herself, too.

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  2. My husband is my best friend, but that feeling waxes and wanes depending on what’s going on in each of our lives. However, like you and your husband, when either of us is sick, we care for one another in a compassionate, caring way that solidifies our bond. And, really, every day I’m happy to see him when I get up. (He is an earlier riser than I am.)

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    1. Janet, my husband is usually up before me too although I’ve always been an early riser. As the years have drifted by, our marriage has gotten cozier. We have more heart to heart discussions that never would have happened before.

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