Living Apart

 My heart is missing the other half of me.

Fifth day without my oppa seems like a lifetime. This is one of the reasons that I didn’t hesitate to put in my resignation letter in Dubai. I just can’t live without him by my side. 

Say whatever you want, it’s just not me. A family isn’t a family if it’s not whole. And it’s just not him. When my firstborn was away to college, I also feel the emptiness within and counting days for him to be home.

Some of you may think I’m spineless, or just not being myself whom the known before; independent and no nonsense kinda gal. What happened? Does being a full time housewife changed me so much?

Well, let me share with you a secret. 

Whilst working I was or am those kind of person that you known me by, independent, no nonsense and most of the time a prick! Nobody in their right mind would request to be under my supervision. I was called so many names during my career days, and people always thought that’s who I was at home. Brace yourself. That’s my little secret. Whenever I’m at home, I am first a wife and mom and as much as possible I would want to follow the only path carved in Islam. He is my priority and the children are my responsibility.

Any time given, I’d choose them over career no matter how much I am being paid, and surely enough I have literally done what I preach.

Now, twenty over years later, and three wonderful children I still can’t be separated from him. Distance does keep the heart fonder.

Oh well, 5 days gone and 11 days to go. 

Missing ya babe 💋

- Mamosa -