The worst part of being away on business trips is coming back. When I was up here in July, I got stuck in an airport and couldn’t get home until much, much later than anticipated. I was frustrated, she was frustrated. I said something about having a beer while I waited for my new flight and she went off on me for being insensitive to her who was stuck with the kids and unable to drink in a bad when my travel plans go to crap. I didn’t take kindly to the comment and it was a rocky homecoming far worse than the travel SNAFU.
So here we are again. I made some silly comment and she took it the wrong way. I’m making the long drive back to the airport in the morning, so I’m pretty much on the way home.
It just occurred to us the other day that reintegrating our family after I’ve been away for a few days tends to induce a fight between us. I don’t know what it is exactly. I think part of it is I’m on an expense account while I’m away and I have no family to come home to, so it seems like I’m batching it up.
Come to think of it, those accusations started when I was away for a 5-week long training course. There was a woman there who in retrospect was interested in me. She was going through a particularly hard time in her life and seemed genuinely surprised when a man was interested in her as a person and not as a thing to be used.
Anyway, that’s the perception – right or wrong. I make a point of calling and texting with her while I’m gone to counteract this. But for whatever reason, the travel home always seems to bring the worst out in both of us. I try to show her some of that grace I wrote about earlier, but by the time I’m headed home, I generally am in no mood to deal with shit and just want to be home. I guess I need to work on that, huh?