If you caught my post about feeling lonely…missing my husband is a big part of that, especially as I sit here on the eve of another holiday without him.
My husband and I had been attached at the hip for almost seven years before I moved to take care of my dad. We were both unemployed together, then we opened a bar restaurant together and worked every day together, took our time off together and still actually wanted to be together. Some may call this codependent, but we call it best friends.
This transition hasn’t been easy. It all happened really quickly and we were not really ready for the big changes that would consume us. There are so many facets to this aspect of caregiving. The emotional and psychological stressors coupled with the financial burden have been overwhelming The impact of caregiving and long distance relations on marriage and spouses is great and it deserves attention.
Sometimes, like us, one spouse has to move out of the marital home and sometimes, like us move far away. I am in Florida and my husband is in Chicago. We are still learning how to navigate all the feelings associated with a long distance relationship. Truth be told, I was optimistic in the beginning. Plenty of people survive and even thrive in long distance relationships. I had naive visions of jet setting and meeting up in sexy hotels, hours of long meaningful phone conversations and flirty texts in between. Real life is a little different.
We have been exhausted by the traveling. We do manage to have fun on our visits, but we also always have to mix some business in. If hubby comes to Florida, I am still on shift and when I go to Chicago, he is still in charge of the restaurant. Not to mention when I am away from Florida, I am worried as if I have a baby at home with a sitter. It’s completely unfounded anxiety since I know my brother is a capable caregiver when I’m away. And, if you have your own business, you know it’s the same for hubby when he is away from the restaurant. We get the same amount of half decompression coupled with half anxiety. At this time, there is no 100% relaxation. I am hopeful that we will eventually find some qualified help that we can afford so we can all have a well deserved break. I plan on sleeping for 24 hours in my husband’s arms when that day comes.
Being apart and away from each other weird, negative emotions and feelings develop. There is this uncertainty that creeps in. We have both felt feelings of being unsupported, not important enough, unwanted, untrustworthy and jealous. We are two people that genuinely adore each other. Where the hell is this shit coming from? I am always up for a challenge in the growth department, but wasn’t agreeing to be the caregiver for my dad enough? Now I have to navigate a new trajectory in my marriage too? Awareness is the first step, I guess. And hey now we have some stuff to talk about on those long phone conversations I was dreaming about. I keep the intention of this experience bringing us closer together and also that I am committed to staying married at the forefront of these episodes, even if I act like an asshole sometimes. I am hoping he does too. Our communication styles are different and we process things in a different way. This path is not linear. Thankfully, we still agree on our intended outcome of sitting in rocking chairs together on our porch when we are old and gray. I will never let go of that vision.
The financial burden of attempting to support two households and travel in between them on one income are good fodder for more stress and meltdowns. I tried to get a part time job when I first moved to Florida. I would be a horrible employee. I moved here to take care of my dad, not get a job. The energy that it takes to care for someone all day doesn’t leave you much to go waitress or bartend for 5 or 6 hours at the end of the day. After my training week, I wondered to myself if I was trying to kill myself quickly? I have been on the waitlist for some caregiving assistance with the Elder Care Resource since September when this decision was made. Luckily, my dad has some social security and small savings keeping us afloat while we figure it out and wait. The sad reality is that for a lot of families, they have less than that. Outside resources are difficult to not only navigate but also come by.
On the flip side of this, in Chicago, I was a full time manager at the restaurant and then I was gone. My husband’s business partner and life partner, gone all at once. It has taken it’s toll on him and the business. I’m not able to support him the way he is used to being supported. And he’s not doing things the way I would. Needless to say, some more of that food for thought and if you don’t think about it mindfully it’s a landmine.
I’ll end this post with how I began… missing my husband on another holiday. I moved here at Thanksgiving and Florida Thanksgiving had been part of our tradition for the past few years since my brother lived here. Then came my birthday and Christmas. We put up a tree together in Florida and then I flew to Chicago on Christmas Eve and left on New Year. It was weird, and exhausting. I tried my best to keep some of our old traditions in tact. I made my normal cookies and brought them to Chicago, we visited the families for the holidays and opened the bar on Christmas just like we have for the past 5 years. He surprised me with a visit for Valentine’s Day. And then came our first St. Patrick’s day apart. I was feeling pretty low on St. Patty’s especially remembering all the highs of our St. Patrick’s in Chicago. You may think it’s just one day, no big deal, insignificant in the scheme of things but it’s an indication that things will never be the same again. And, that’s when it hit me again that things have to evolve. We are responsible for creating something new. We need new traditions, and new ways of being together. We have to let the old ways of being fall away.
How fitting that this holiday of Spring renewal is the next holiday we won’t be together in the flesh? We have an opportunity to daydream and vision into reality our renewed adoration for each other. We get to keep on practicing love and forge a new path that leads us to those rocking chairs.
I love and adore you my sweet husband. I look forward to the next time I fall asleep in your arms and wake up next to you.
This won’t be the last post on this topic. My husband and our marriage are a major part of this journey and I think it’s important that other couples know that they aren’t alone in their yucky feelings and that success is possible. I hope my transparency and vulnerability sharing this part of my life, our lives, here can help someone else on this journey while we navigate ours.
Peace and love, until next time friends.