I have been known to write a note to my long-lost husband and slide it under the bathroom door.
I almost drove to Walgreens last night and bought him a Hallmark.
Look guys, we get it.
We understand the need to escape. We also need some “me” time. We like browsing social media and checking emails and texting too.
Unfortunately, it just doesn’t work like that for us… THEY WILL FIND US.
I can’t be the only woman in America that loses her husband to the Porcelain God for hours at a time, daily. Don’t you have hemorrhoids? Are you ill? What could possibly be so comforting that you guys can happily, happily sit on the toilet for what seems like an eternity while life passes you by on the other side of that door?
We miss you.
We want you to come back.
Alone and Scared