Why I Never Have to Stay Home With My Wife


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I’ve seen a lot of posts on social media about the boredom and cabin fever arriving from the current shelter in place reality. Walking around my neighborhood, I’m hearing the same thing, “I’m stuck inside all day with my partner.”

I have to say; I don’t get it.

We’re both retired now, so we were spending most of our time together, anyway. But after 40 years of marriage, getting to spend more time with my bride is a privilege, not a chore. When we both worked, those rare days when we both got to work from home were an absolute pleasure. Sure, we were both secluded in our respective offices, but just knowing she was right down the hall, gave me peace of mind and joy I rarely experienced in the office. I say rarely because once or twice a day, I would glance at my vibrating phone and see her smiling face on my caller ID. It’s like that, but all day.

In the past, I would frequently head out of a long walk or a photoshoot alone. She would go shopping or have lunch with her family or friends. Now we are not doing that. But I don’t miss it. I used to miss her. When you’ve been together as long as we have, they become more than a ‘significant other.’ They become a critical part. When they are not there, they are a phantom limb. You constantly turn to speak to them or get their opinion, only they are not really there. I imagine widows know this feeling all too well.

Like most people, our lives had settled into a sameness; patterns we followed daily or weekly. Things have changed little. Now we bring lunch home or pop something in the microwave instead of eating it out every day. We only go to the store once or twice a week instead of every day. And instead of using the trip to the store as a short walk, we actually buy stuff. Like toilet paper. But, otherwise, our daily lives are the same; just different.

I believe that it is this undefinable difference that has gotten to most people. People that would have been staying at home anyway, now have to stay at home, so they want to go out. Telling someone they can’t do something is the quickest way to get them to want to do it. Maybe the governments should have used that tactic. They should have told everyone that people should go out and commingle. That would have sent them scurrying for their burrows.

Though I am blessed with those few extra hours a week with my wife, I still miss some things. The daily ritual of, where do you want to go to lunch; I don’t know where do you want to go. The way we tackled shopping before social distance. I was recon; she was acquisitions. She pushed the buggy, slowly and patiently, up and down every aisle. I went scurrying about, bringing things back to put in the cart, like a golden retriever with a bird.

But we are lucky in that this thing has hit during the spring. We replaced those rituals for others. Now we walk the neighborhood hand in hand for a lap or two. Then she sits on the front porch, relaxing and watching me do another time or three around. Our neighborhood has always been outgoing and friendly, but now we see more people out walking. It can take 30 minutes to complete a 10-minute lap, stopping to chat every few yards.

Of course, one ritual hasn’t changed at all. What do you want to eat for lunch; I don’t know what do you want?

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