It’s that time again…
The Mister’s boat has been out of commission for the past few months and although I was enjoying it, I knew it would come to an end sooner than later. And so, the time has come for overnight fishing trips to commence. I knew it was coming; I just didn’t mentally prepare myself for it.
I can handle day trips but when it comes to overnight trips, well that’s a different story. I worry. I have sleepless nights. Sometimes I feel like calling him every hour just to see if he’s okay but I know that would annoy him. It’s dark and while the rest of the world is sleeping, they are out there alone. I say they because he knows I’d chop his balls off if he went alone. I get paranoid at the fact that if anything was to go wrong, he is not in my reach. I know I shouldn’t think that way but sometimes it gets the best of me.
I know that the Mister knows what he’s doing. I know he takes all the necessary precautions. Mother Nature is who scares me. Sometimes I wish I had a monitor so I could see him when he’s out on the ocean. That would put me at ease, sort of.
And other times, I wish he would get a different hobby. Everyone wins in the end; he gives fish away to friends and family and sometimes he gets paid for it, which comes in handy. If I could just figure out how to block these feelings, all will be well and I’d get some sleep.
But never mind my feelings; it is what he loves to do and I need to support him. I’ll just continue to pray for his safety.