She is packing her suitcases. She is leaving home.
The love of my life, my wife Babes, will be off tomorrow morning. Due to board a flight to Jakarta. To grandson Kris and his parents – the happy trio in the picture. And to a wedding Javanese style. In the process she will indulge in a warm bath of Indonesian hospitality.
She will have a lot of stories to tell when she returns. I know all about it, because I myself was around last year. So no doubt she’s got really good times ahead of her.
Hard times ahead of me though.
Alone at home. A month of loneliness. No one to talk to, no one to fight with. And the yoke of household exclusively on my shoulders. Doing nothing but laundry, cleaning , cooking, shopping all day. It’s sad, even pathetic. Waves of self pity are anxiously near. A man without a woman is like a boat without sails, a bird without wings or a sky without stars.
Or should I resort to the alternative? And temporarily live a totally irresponsible life? Forget about laundry, cleaning, cooking, shopping. For why should I suffer while she is living life to the full in the vast tropical empire?
Shouldn’t I take advantage of this month of marriage vacation too? Get up late every morning. Read at leisure some of the books I should have read long ago. Watch each and every match of Euro 2012 on TV – regardless of the fact the Danes have beaten our national squad 1 -0 last night. Beg my daughter in law as well as my daughter ( well, actually her friend, the amateur master cook) to invite me for a daily three Michelin stars meal. Visit a few friends and see some exhibitions and cult movies together. And, most of all, be a wild and naughty nanny to Esha, my granddaughter.
It’s tough, it’s not an easy choice, but I know this … a man got to do what a man got to do.