DBF and I aren't married, but have lived together for 16 years, bought property together, have 2 furry ones, so I think I qualify to answer this post.
In summer, we're like two ships passing in the night. He's a chef in a resort town, where 14 hour days are common, and one day off per week is all he gets, and he's pretty tired on that day. Some of those days off, he really just wants the house to himself, so I go for long rides or to visit friends. You'd think we'd want to spend every minute of his day off together, but that's not the case. He needs alone time, too. I get plenty for myself. Time apart for us isn't an issue. Riding as much as I want is strongly encouraged.
It's feast or famine for us....his job ends for the season next week. Winter means a lot of time together! I'm pretty excited about it! He's really fun to be around. (Remind me I wrote that in 3 months when I'm ready to strangle him!)
Best part--in a couple of weeks, he'll start cooking for me again! After 14 hours in a kitchen during a summer shift, he doesn't want to look at the stove at home. Winter means yummy curries and hearty soups. He can make my least favorite thing taste heavenly. Fennel is one. He can roast it until it looses all its intensity and becomes caramel-sweet and smoky. If I roasted it, it would taste like bitter burnt licorice. Even his sandwiches are better than mine. I don't know what he does, but it's always better. Actually, I do know the secret-lots of butter, olive oil and heavy cream!
This year, I'm cycling as long as I can, and I joined a gym. That will help if/when we (inevitably) get on each other's nerves, and it should keep the extra yummies off my butt!



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