I Miss My Husband, Even Though He’s Right Here

More Stories like:

“I miss my husband.

It seems silly for me to say that, because it IS silly. He’s right here. In a development that has surprised at least 65% of the guests at our wedding all those years ago (including probably both of us), we are still very much married, with four kids and all their chaos to show for it.

But I miss him still, it’s true, even as we move around each other through the kitchen and the bedrooms and the school concerts and the five hundred grocery store trips we take per week, combined. I miss him the way you miss something you used to have and totally took for granted, like collagen or personal space or uninterrupted sleep.

And we are good at what we do, tag-teaming our way through this working and parenting life like a well oiled machine on our good days, passing kids to each other like relay batons without even breaking our strides.

It’s a thing of beauty, a master dance that took years to achieve and yet still is so tenuous that one string pulled could unravel it into a pile of children at our feet, and even so, I have the gall to miss him.

And I do.

Miss him.

I miss how when we first started dating he had this way of looking at me like I was something delicate and fragile that needed to be handled with care and it was the first time I had ever seen myself as anything other than hard edged and mostly broken.

I miss the way we could sit across a table in a dimly lit restaurant and talk for hours about everything and nothing at all and it would feel like time had stopped and the universe had shrunk down to just us two and a candle and a bottle of cheap wine.

I miss being able to banter back and forth about how we wanted to spend the time that spread out before us languid and easy and open, so arrogant, like it would always be that way and we could make it into whatever we wanted.

And today?

Well today he looks at our children the way he used to look at me.

Today we lie across a bed, a child or two tangled in between us, and it’s like the universe has expanded just enough to fit the whole six of into it nice and snug.

Today we don’t plan and plot and worry as much about the future, not because it’s not still laid out there—it is, I hope—but because what’s right in front of us right now is so miraculous it’s hard to pull our gazes away for long enough to remember to dream.

So yes, I miss my husband. The same way I miss my youth, or my pre-baby body, or who I was in high school. Fondly, sure. Nostalgically even. That guy I married all those years ago was incredible, no doubt.

But this one I have now is even better.”

Woman who misses who she and her husband were in high school smile in selfie with husband
Liz Petrone

This story was submitted to Love What Matters by Liz Petrone. You can follow her journey on FacebookSubscribe to our free email newsletter, Living Better—your ultimate guide for actionable insights, evidence backed advice, and captivating personal stories, propelling you forward to living a more fulfilling life.

Provide beauty and strength for others. SHARE this story on Facebook with your friends and family.

 Share  Tweet