Perhaps you’ve sensed this was coming. We need to talk.
You may be wondering where I’ve been lately. To be honest, I needed some space, a little time away to think about things. Now that I’ve done
that, there are some things you should know.
As harsh as it sounds, I didn’t really miss you. Don’t get me wrong. I felt a bit guilty leaving you behind.
Maybe you sensed that, too, with all the organizing and the careful arranging of stacks of papers with sticky notes, in case someone needed to check with you for something. The flurry of urgent conversations, the late nights leading up to my sudden disappearance. They were all signs of the change to come.
Look, I’m sorry to have just left you like that, bearing the burden of all that work. It had to be done.
I’m not sure that it does you any good to know that while you were here in the dark, I’ve been out and about — lollygagging, dillydallying, maybe even a bit of ne’er-do-welling. I can neither confirm nor deny that last one. Let’s just say, if sleeping in is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
I enjoyed every minute away from you.
There. I’ve said it.
I enjoyed the sunshine. I enjoyed the freedom to roam. And, I am oh so sorry to tell you this, Desk, but doggone it, I enjoyed spending time in the arms of a comfortable chaise lounge, having a fling with a junk novel and a poolside strawberry daiquiri. Now that I’ve tasted the sweet nectar of recreation, there’s no turning back. I want more.
Effectively immediately, I’m cutting back on our usual ten or more hours a day. We won’t be sharing lunch and dinner together quite as often. Yes, things need to change.
I want you to know that I appreciate you. You’ve been so supportive. Solid as oak. Or mahogany, maybe walnut. The first to greet me every morning and the place to leave my worries at the end of the day.
I think what I’m trying to say is that maybe I’ve come to lean on you too much.In fact, I’m sure that’s what I’m trying to say. It took days to work out the stress in my neck. The elbows on all my good sweaters are worn through, and the French cuffs of my favorite blouses are showing the wear and tear. Let’s face it — you can be tough on a wardrobe, especially that rough drawer track that catches on stockings, usually right before an important meeting.
I’m not saying this time apart is anything permanent. I still need you, Desk. You know, as part of the financing model for my poolside lounging. Still, I think we’ve grown too dependent on each other.
Which is exactly why I think spending more time apart will be good for