I look at you. My love. The one I married.
My best friend.
Sometimes I don’t recognize you.
Months of sleep lost, cranky demeanors, no time alone – we rarely connect.
You aren’t happy, I can tell.
You Are Man. You want sex.
I Am Woman. I want intimacy before sex.
Neither of us are satisfied.
You were my best friend. My heart.
Now you are Daddy – showering the love on the children. The affection.
Which makes me love you even more.
But sometimes, I want affection too. A glance. A caress. A kiss “just because.”
I am not just Mommy.
I am your wife.
And I miss you.