
It's been a little tense here lately. Recently, my husband finished the first phase of a beach house he'd been working on for five straight weeks. Companies he worked with on some of the orders were not following through and made the job difficult. Needless to say, Charlie was feeling exasperated. When he would come home after working 4/10 hour days, he would snap at me over the littlest things. Then there was also my daughter who graduated from college with her Master's going through a lot of emotions as well. Let me just say the phrase, "You hurt those who are closest to you," really hit home.
While my son Rob was at work he'd text me a quick, "Hi mom ~ how's it going?"
I replied, "Shh... Don't tell anybody, but I'm running away."
He replied, "I won't tell anybody. Where are you going?"
I replied, "I don't know yet, I'm thinking about an ole' fishing town with a diner at the end of a pier where I could serve clam chowder or a diner called the Whistle Stop, nestled in a small country town next to a train track, and I could bake pies and serve fried fish and hush puppies."
Rob replied, "Can I come?"
I replied, "Yeah, you can come with me. You can be my cook and go fishing whenever you want."
He replied, "Let me know when."
I replied, "Okay."
I didn't ask him what was going on at home that made him want to run away nor did he ask me. We just understood where the other was coming from.