It has been a year as I watched him leave every weekend, my heart heavy and sad with the silence that followed. I longed for the family and couple moments we used to share, yet I held back my words, tied my tongue, knowing how much his work and dreams meant to him.
Weekends and holidays were meant for laughter, love, and togetherness. But instead, they have become reminders of the distance between his work and our family. I wish i had told him sooner how much his absence on weekends and holidays feels like a loss…a loss I carry with quiet regret, knowing time cannot be reclaimed. Seeing other families creating that priceless bond with their families outings and gatherings just make it worse for me . Hence I carry my sadness deep down that somehow led to a certain resentment for him. Weekends are the only time I have to detach myself my work and focus on family but it’s otherwise for him. While the world rest , he labours and as I admire his dedication , my heart quietly wish he had a day job.
My sacrifice was quiet but profound as I set aside my own deep longing for togetherness so he could pursue the path he was passionate about. In my heart, I wrestled with the fear of losing the precious bond we had built, but my love kept me steady, hoping that one day, my sacrifices would lead us back to the moments we once cherished.
I wish I had the courage to tell this but it will just mean I am being the selfish wife. I wish he would be a little more understanding to my needs than just going back to the night life he has committed to leave back in 2010.
