So the husband is off to Chennai attending his best friend’s wedding ( yes, Zack is getting divorced from his first wife. Time to cut the cake. Yahooooo)
“Why did you not accompany”, asks my colleague at work.
“Didn’t want to. His whole college gang is attending. Let the boys enjoy.”
“But you did not go with him during his last outstation visit too. How can you stay alone without him?”
In retrospect, I am enjoying my days without him. Yes.
I can watch whatever I want on the TV.
I can use the whole of the bed and not the itsy-teeny part I get due to his 45 degrees sleep pattern.
I can cook all my favourite dishes which he absolutely hates (partner-in-eating = MIL).
I get drop to my office gate doorstep from the FIL, quite unlike Zack who dumps me on the main road when the traffic is hellish.
I can read my books uninterrupted by his annoying questions: how is the story, what is the story, how can you read this now, aren’t you tired, time to sleep, etc..etc..
Life’s good 😉