Dear Diary, I sit in the back of my truck that I am renovating into a camper and I realize that while I love my spouse? I could be just as happy alone and as the days go i feel less and less guilty.
I love them, I truly do. But they're a home body and I always have to see over the next hill. I cherish my time with them, but feel as if it's swiftly coming a close after ten wonderful years.
I have always wanted to travel and my job allows me to do that quite frequently, I want to take advantage of it but sometimes feel as if they're holding me back from traveling around the bend.