Why I love guys weekend
Today I sent my husband off for a few days of rest and relaxation. He’s been going on the same golf trip with the same guys for more than twenty years.
I used to think the trip was about golf. Which, honestly, irritated me. As in, how can five days of standing in the hot sun hitting a tiny ball with a big stick be better than hanging out with me?
Then I realized that, for him, this trip is the equivalent of a year’s worth of daily texts, phone calls, and girls weekend with my besties. I feel lonely and disconnected if I go more than 48 hours without hearing from my girlfriends, but he gets filled up for the year from this one trip.
I get it now. To the point where I now get so excited for him to go. A month in advance I start saying things like “Getting psyched for your trip?!” or “Omg you’re going to have so much fun!”. Once I even proposed that he put together golf-themed goodie bags for everyone. He tactfully reminded me that, “Honey, it’s not that kind of trip.”
To which I say, is it even a weekend away with your friends if there isn’t a goodie bag?? But I digress…
Bon voyage, baby! Wishing you the best trip ever, you deserve it.
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