This weekend my husband and I had a painful, gut wrenching discussion about our relationship. It was one of the hardest talks we’ve had. All of this leading up from six months of hell. Ok, that’s a bit dramatic considering the state of the world, but to our little family, it felt like the longest, toughest, most disconnected six months of our lives.
You see, my dear husband works for a car part manufacturer and they’ve had two model changes this year, which means, all new machines to make all new parts. To prepare for this exciting adventure, he had to travel to Canada several times starting in December of 2015, to check on the machines that were being build to make sure they were up to standard. He traveled many times over the months of January to May. Then the shit hit the fan when the model change happened in July. He’s worked 12-16 hour days since then, including Saturdays. It’s gotten so bad that one Sunday as we were leaving for church, my oldest said “hey, dad’s home, what are you doing here?”. (No joke I just got a text saying he won’t be home until 7:30pm tonight). So needless to say, it’s been hard to stay connected. Not to mention all the years previous he had worked late and left me with three small children to take care of which drove me, literally, crazy, but more on that another time.