My language till this morning has always been “I would hate for my husband to be home every day, fuck that, he’d annoy me, I need my space and he’s exhausting”
And then I wonder why he never comes home.
Why he finds more fulfilment at work
Why I am doing home life alone.
What a lie I have been telling myself all along.
I would love nothing more than to spend my days in the flow of two people co creating a life together, alongside one another, respecting each other and laughing at the moments I’m laughing in alone, crying in the moments I’m crying through alone and loving each other sick
I look forward to him coming home at night.
I look forward to the hours we get to share together now knowing with every cell in body there will be a lot more hours spent together each week in our future
I could spend every minute with my man when I drop the facade and accept that love is both my birthright and my greatest fear
I now choose the vulnerability of the pain love can bring, so that I get to feel the ecstasy of it too.
Oils of choice to embrace this my fellow oily walls up women are whisper and jasmine – with just a touch of passion because allowing the feminine to rise doesn’t mean the masculine has to fall