Most days, I find married life to be fantastic. There’s always someone there to listen to you. You have someone you can make happy, which in turn makes you happy. There's a tax break for filing jointly. You don’t have to go to events, parties, dinners, etc. alone. If you aren’t feeling well, there’s someone to take care of you. There’s always someone to play board games with, unless I choose Trivial Pursuit.
But I must admit this part of marriage sucks. Chris is out of the country and I miss him. It’s just me and Loki. My thoughts get awfully loud when they just echo around in my head with no one to share them with. I lack the motivation to have anything more complicated than a bowl of cereal for dinner. No one is home to ask about my day. Loki remains unimpressed by the beautiful job I did cleaning out and organizing the fridge.
Loki is getting antsy without Chris too. He’s the one she rough-houses with and I guess I’m a poor substitute. She’s been very welcome company and as a result I’ve been spoiling her a bit. She may not want to go back to sleeping on the floor when Chris gets back.