Waiting….Waiting…..

I spend so much time waiting anymore. I wait for my husband to call me when he’s out of town. He never calls me enough and then I usual spend every second after a conversation with him anymore trying to decide what he meant. For example on Saturday when we had a conversation he called me “Sweetie”. We have been together for six years and I have been called everything from honey to a word I can’t post on here. However he has never not one time called me Sweetie. I don’t even know where he learned the word at. For those who don’t know Edgar is Mexican and well his English endearments are limited.

He also took the time to tell me he had two girlfriends on the side because I told him it was okay from a previous conversation. Of course that is not what I said and to be honest what husband would tell his wife he had a girlfriend. Better yet what Mexican man would do that. I also always hate when he doesn’t call because I immediately go to the what is he doing line of thinking. Of course honestly if we talked one night is it necessary to talk the next if everything is alright.

I never wanted to be that kind of wife but it seems I am. I also realized I am whiny. I don’t mean to be but it just sort of happens when I talk with him on the phone. He was making fun of me and I thought “Wow what must he think?” We have been through so much in the last year, we even split up for a few months. The thing is through everything he came home. I sit here now waiting….which is what I do best.