Something sad happens when your husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend/whoever you live with is gone. It's like you're away from your best friend/there's a part of you missing/you're tired of talking to the cat.
Let me start off by reminding you that I'm a fully capable human being. I've lived alone in a clean apartment. I'm not sitting on giant piles of hamburger wrappers and pizza boxes and beer cans, blowing my nose on the pillowcase. I don't start farting (any more than usual) as soon as you walk out of the door. I take showers when you're not around. I usually brush my teeth. The trashcans are not overflowing. I'm not a troll.
I'm a guy. A “somewhat-messy but not 'dirty' in a gross or stinky way” guy. I leave the toilet seat up (and sit in the water at night) like every dude living with his lady on every sitcom. I adjust the thermostat on a whim. I might leave my video game paused for like, an hour, until the TV goes to sleep. I turned on all the TVs to the same channel and turned them up as an experiment. (It worked). I did the laundry and the honey-do list. I also combined several bottom-of-the-bag frozen food-stuffs into one dish to create the ultimate Rude Dude Food. It was disappointing.[caption id="attachment_733" align="aligncenter" width="320"] seen pictured: "rude dude food"[/caption]
Mostly I just did whatever it is we do to fill our time away from our loved ones. I might have watched movies. I might have gone out with the guys. I might have read a book. Whatever it was I did, it was just to pass the time. The truth is, I'd rather have you here. That's why I'm with you. So, I'm sorry if I forgot something/bought something crazy at the grocery store/stained something (in a place you won't notice for a week, hopefully). Whatever I didn't do, it was because I spent too much time taking my mind off of how much I miss you. Please forgive me.
by HL Male Contributor John Earney