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We are doing it again. For the third time in our marriage, my husband Z and I are living in two places, maintaining two households, burning up the ozone going back and forth like crazy people on a mission to make a change in our lives.
The first time we lived apart, I was a grad student and my husband was a marketing guy. After I moved home, we had a baby and attended a wedding where one of the servers, an older lady named Dotty, told us she'd been married for 18 years and had never spent the night away from her husband.
"That ship has sailed," my husband said under his breath, biting back a little bit of laughter.
I immediately felt depressed. I like to win, and I would never be able to beat Dotty. 1-8 years. E.i.g.h.t.e.e.n. y.e.a.r.s. And then the bride leaned over and put it all in perspective: "Bl-e-e-sss her heart," my friend whispered. We were deep in the heart of Texas, and the bride, my BFF, was right--what kind of life is that? I immediately felt better.
But, even though we knew we would both travel separately in the years to come, we had no idea that six months later, we would be separating our households once again so that I could start a new job and Z could wrap up one and then join me.
