On November 15th every year I shove my husband out the door and tell him to have a good time with the boys.
I tell him, "catch a deer, don't worry, I'll be fine, I won't miss you that much, I can't wait to have the bed all to myself..." etc.
So I enjoy the simple pleasures of not sharing the apartment with anyone.
But then....
It doesn't take long for me to realize how wrong I was. I do miss him. Everything is better when he is around.
I love November 15th, but I love when it is over!
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