All by myself, don't wanna be ...

There are football widows, there are golf widows, a friend of mine whose husband is a CPA says she's a tax-season widow. Me, I'm an airplane widow. Not only am I married to a commercial airline pilot who flies exclusively international, we own our own airplane, which seems to monopolize all of his "home" time.

He came home yesterday following a five day trip, and where has he spent all of today? At the airport of course! Why stay home with the little woman, or maybe take in a Sunday matinee, when he can hang out in his hangar shooting the breeze and trading stories with other pilots? Clearly, it wasn't a difficult choice for him, because he was out the door before 9am and here it is after 7 and he's still not home.

There's nothing unusual about today. My husband can find any excuse to spend his day in his hangar tinkering with and fussing over his favorite little bird. Maybe she needs an oil change, maybe she needs a bath, maybe she needs some exercising (flying), whatever his best girl needs, his best girl gets. Too bad his best girl isn't me.

So while I've been alone for the 6th day running, I've been considering my options. I'm a stay-at-home wife by my husband's preference, and anyway, I've put in my 30 years with corporate America, I don't feel like doing any more hard time. I guess I could follow through on an old dream of mine and take some "fun" classes, instead of the tough stuff I had to take for my college degree way back when. Or I could follow the advice of the website AshleyMadison.com who says; "Life's Short, Have an Affair!" God only knows, airline pilots have their fair share of affairs, and my husband's no exception.

Loneliness drives people to do many things; over eat, over drink, over spend, and screw around. I'm not big on over eating, too many hours in the gym working for this size 6, to toss it out the window now. I like the occasional gin and tonic, but I can't imagine starting my morning with one. I do enjoy shopping, especially in the shoe department at my local Nordstrom's, but let's be honest, I've only got 2 feet and closet space doesn't grow on trees. So I guess that just leaves screwing around.

But is that really what I want to do? Yes, I'm lonely, extremely lonely sometimes. And don't tell me how bad other people have it, I know I don't have to look very far to find someone much worse off than me. But damnit I hate being abandoned in favor of an airplane every single time my husband has a day off. And yes, I've tried the; "let's go out to the airport together" - to which he replies; "oh honey, you don't want to hang around that dirty old hanger. I won't stay long, promise." Yeah right. His promises were made to be broken. Just look what he did with the promise he made in our wedding vows to "keep himself only to me" (that's being faithful in case you can't read between the marriage mumbo jumbo).

Well, I haven't got any answers tonight, but I sure as hell have some questions. Maybe by the time I write again I'll have figured some things out. I guess you'll just have to stay tuned dear readers!

Till next time - remember, life's short - AshleyMadison says so!!