It's just so weird when he's not here....
every other month or so, Trent's work team goes out on some sort of "team building" excursion. Sometimes it's going and hanging out in a bar, sometimes it's an outdoor thing in the summer, they've also done sporting things, etc. They decided to take half of friday (today) and go down to Cedar Point. For those not familiar, it's a relatively popular mid-west theme/amusement park with roller coasters and other such fun. They have this promo before they close for the season called "Halloweekends" and the guys decided it'd be a fun group thing to go from 6-midnight that they are open for the evening then drive back.
So Trent is currently in a little town no one really knows because the amusement park is the only thing in it and I'm home alone on a friday night. No big deal. I went out and got him (a very functional, and requested) gift for Michigan's little Hallmark holiday (the radio guy said Sweetest Day is not known anywhere except Michigan and parts of Indiana and Ohio. I found that interesting.) I drove out to his house, wrapped the new jacket I bought for him and a few new sweaters for work, laid around and watched tv and came back home. Even though he's text messaged me and I got my usual good night, there's something that is making me just like leaded weight. It's like every fiber of me knows that he isn't where he's supposed to be. I feel much the same way when he's in Ohio or Mexico on business. Not that I think he's out partying or visiting the strip clubs or whatever, not that kind of "not where he's supposed to be" but that he's not home in his bed, sleeping. Not driving his car from office to gym to home. It's just a strange thing and I feel it as if I'm completely weighted, deflated and just depressed.
I specifically put things back so he wouldn't know I was at his house, unless he remembers which lights he left on. Or notices that I brought the mail in. He shouldn't know I was there at all until he wakes up in the morning. I left the boxes in his office chair, but he won't check email when he gets home, he'll just go to bed. It'll be a pleasant (or unpleasant because they're in the way) surprise for the morning before he checks out his usual sports articles and headlines.
Now if only I could shake this feeling so I can sleep before I have to be up for the day....
So Trent is currently in a little town no one really knows because the amusement park is the only thing in it and I'm home alone on a friday night. No big deal. I went out and got him (a very functional, and requested) gift for Michigan's little Hallmark holiday (the radio guy said Sweetest Day is not known anywhere except Michigan and parts of Indiana and Ohio. I found that interesting.) I drove out to his house, wrapped the new jacket I bought for him and a few new sweaters for work, laid around and watched tv and came back home. Even though he's text messaged me and I got my usual good night, there's something that is making me just like leaded weight. It's like every fiber of me knows that he isn't where he's supposed to be. I feel much the same way when he's in Ohio or Mexico on business. Not that I think he's out partying or visiting the strip clubs or whatever, not that kind of "not where he's supposed to be" but that he's not home in his bed, sleeping. Not driving his car from office to gym to home. It's just a strange thing and I feel it as if I'm completely weighted, deflated and just depressed.
I specifically put things back so he wouldn't know I was at his house, unless he remembers which lights he left on. Or notices that I brought the mail in. He shouldn't know I was there at all until he wakes up in the morning. I left the boxes in his office chair, but he won't check email when he gets home, he'll just go to bed. It'll be a pleasant (or unpleasant because they're in the way) surprise for the morning before he checks out his usual sports articles and headlines.
Now if only I could shake this feeling so I can sleep before I have to be up for the day....