My marriage, much like everyone else’s is not free from issue. Problems arise, we deal with them with as much grace as we can muster and then we try to continue loving each other the best we can. Since moving to Ohio, the adjustment has been taxing on me. After our second week, when I once again broke down in hysterical sobs, Chuck told me he saw me cry more in the two weeks we’d lived in Ohio than in our entire relationship. I felt blessed to once again be near friends and family again, but I was seriously grieving the loss of all the one-on-one time Chuck and I shared when we were in our faraway land of Pittsburgh.
A few years ago I read The Five Love Languages. While I love my husband’s cuddles and I love when he does the dishes or opens the car door for me, my love language is 100% quality time. Chuck’s is too. We feel closest to each other when we’re just sitting on the couch together watching a movie, going for a walk or eating dinner together. Chuck legitimately is my best friend and every second I have to spend with him is such a joy.
So right now, our biggest problem is the fact that I miss him all.the.damn.time. I hate feeling like the needy wife that I am, or like I’m making him choose between me and his friends. But because of our opposing work schedules, I see him Wednesday and Sunday evenings. That’s it. I’m asleep when he gets home, and he’s asleep when I leave. I miss him, terribly. And therein lies the biggest problem in our marriage.
Which causes me to think- if the fact that my husband is completely devoted, always makes me laugh, always helps out around the house, but isn’t at home as much as I’d like is the biggest problem in my life- I am one blessed lady.
So I’ll continue missing him, and soaking up every opportunity to sneak kisses and hold his hand. All the while, thanking God for the biggest problem in my marriage.