I'm flying home from my conference. For the first time since all of this started, I feel tearful. It's a relief. I've been worried that my heart for my husband had gone cold.
I think the poor man sent me about 50 texts in the last 4 days. Most of them desperate pleas for me to find time to call him and reassure him and reassure him and reassure him that we are okay, that nothing happened beyond what I told him, and that I'm not screwing every man at the conference.
It's tough to have a blow up like this, then watch your wife run off to a big, fun city to a conference attended by 90% men. It makes me pity him, which doesn't make me want to go home.
I vented to several guys there, and told my GM, "I don't want to go home," at least 10 times. But now, I'm surprised that imagining being in my home with my kids and Hubby feels like a hug instead of a burden.
Got a lovely 2.5 hour delay in for my connecting flight. I missed it by 5 minutes because my first flight left 50 minutes late.
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