There is something that seems so sweet to me about his thoughts regarding his career choice and his ideas about construction work. In construction work there are things to build, and everything is concrete and fixable. Sounds good, doesn't it? Plus, one gets to swear on the job.
About trust. I think I remember a period last spring as being difficult for you. I would lurk here every so often. In retrospect, and after reading this post, I am wondering how much trust played into your decision to take a month off.
That gamble that he would still be there, even if your willful, maybe angry absence could have provoked a rupture.
Just thinking about trust and what it means to trust someone
in the real world and in an ideal world with an ideal self. I don"t trust anyone. Really. And yet, I trust my husband the most. I trust him perhaps more than some people w/o identified trust issues might trust their spouses I imagine.
I don't trust myself to remain as constant as those I trust. Does that make semse? Somehow I do not trust myself. Yet I am as loyal as a spaniel. Though maybe stubborn as a
hound :-)
Maybe, like some dogs, I know I need to belong to someone, and they will treat me well when I am cold, tired, hungry, playful, snappish--basically needy. But my post is veering off here....
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