I'm 4/3
But I'm away every fortnight.
She's 7/7
But she usually does extras.

4 days on, 3 days off.
7 days on, 7 days off, 7 nights on, 7 days off.

When she's on days
We get about 3 to 4 hours together
When she's on nights
We "hot bed".

I awake and go to work,
She gets home and goes to bed.
The bed is still warm...
But I still jump into a cold bed.

We have 3 full days together
When I'm on break
The first day and a half
Is spent catching up on sleep and ***.

I miss her horribly
And she misses me
Maybe that's why we refer to the wife
As the "missus".

I am struggling to develop
I am struggling to evolve
I just eat pizza and drink beer
And stare at my phone.

I'm definitely missing something
The "on ramp" to an identity
For some reason, she still loves me
But, I hate me.

I am sweet, I am kind
In bed, **** gets wild
I am hard working
As is she; maybe it's me.

This is why I write...

To get the **** out....

To make it real, to fukn feel...

Something.

To reflect on where I'm at
It's not for you to read
This is for me
We'll probably never meet.

I have exhaled,
Accepting my situation,
And it's not too bad,
Apologies for wasting your time.

As you were.