When you’re married to someone for more than half your life, you get used to talking with them. You tell each other pretty much everything. At least that’s the way it was for me and Cindy. Of course, the fact that we worked for the same company together for 18 years (and in the same department for over 10) increased that tremendously. We used to talk on breaks, in the car, and, of course, when we got home. I miss that.
Now, when something really great happens, or something really bad, my first thought is, “I must tell Cindy.” Then, reality hits like a ton of bricks and that really sucks. [Read more…]