The Only Times

Betty & I have been separated very rarely – at least for an overnight – in our seven years together. Once for a performance of her acting company in PA, and then again in February for an NCTE Board Meeting, and now again – this weekend – for an NCTE Board meeting in DC.

It makes me sad as I was going to go with her, but because she’ll be in meetings from 9am – 5pm on Saturday, and 9am – 3pm on Sunday (right after which she returns), we really couldn’t justify spending the money for me to go.

Besides, I’m Queen of Cats this weekend. A couple of people in our building are away, so I’m watching four cats altogether: our boys, of course, and the differently-eyed Truman (one green, one blue – he’s all white) and the very young and impish Basil, who is the only female of the four.

Betty spent so many weekends working as an actor; I was looking forward to us actually getting three-day weekends now that she’s unofficially “retired” from acting. But alas – no luck. Instead, tranny politics take her away.

I’m a little sad, and a little bored, and a little lonely, and yet – not enough of any of them to do anything about it. I’ll clean, I might watch a movie, have brunch with friends. It amazes me that only a 48-hour separation makes me feel so – singular. The bed’s too big without her, indeed (though the cats will no doubt fill a great deal of the empty space).

A Happy Memorial Day to all. I hope yours is full of romance, and sex, and love and laughter.

One Reply to “The Only Times”

  1. Oh, my beautiful, beautiful wife, partner, friend, soul mate. Being away makes me sad too. Even though the days are full with meetings and plans and hope for trans issues, it all really pales when I’m constantly reminded that the “girl I always wanted to meet” is somewhere else.

    Although I’m sleeping in a comfortable bed – my hosts are really top-notch – it too feels terribly empty.

    I love you. You complete me. And separation makes that more evident than ever.


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