A couple of weeks ago, I went away on my own to visit my parents.
The anticipation of an airport good-bye fills me with dread and reawakens the muscle memory of all the tough good-byes from my eight years living in London. I felt anxious when Tom dropped me off at the airport, even though we would only be apart for a few days. I feel this way whenever we travel without each other. No matter how many times we do it, my mind always conjures horror stories of things that will go wrong while we’re apart. Maybe my plane will crash. Maybe he’ll get in a car accident. Maybe the dog will be run over by a bus. Worst case scenarios dance through my brain as I check my luggage.
Then something funny happens as I pass through security and head to my gate. The cars stop crashing in my mind and a lightness comes over me. Being a lone traveler feels energizing and full of possibility. When you’ve been in a relationship for a while, you’re used to consulting with someone on choices all day. It’s liberating to say: Yes, I’m going to grab a latte at Starbucks and not ask Tom if he wants one, too. Even though he’d say yes, there’s just something about making my own decisions that feels like an indulgence.
I worry I’ve become too dependent on Tom. He’s naturally good at pretty much everything, which has made me lazy. When we travel together, Tom glances at a map of a new city and has his bearings right away. I can travel the same route 10 times and still not remember the route. So it’s easier to let him do the navigating. We’ve fallen into gender stereotypes when we’re out together. He always pays at restaurants or the grocery store for some reason, even though we share a bank account and the money is coming from the same source. If anything breaks (electronic or otherwise) I don’t bother trying to figure out what’s wrong with it. I just call for Tom and he fixes it in seconds.
While it’s lovely to have such a smart, reliable husband who takes care of me, I worry that my independence has eroded. I come from a long line of not-so-independent women, and I feel like I’m fighting against a genetic “dependence default”. Traveling on my own reminds me that I’m capable and connects me to the importance of carving out time for myself.
All that said, being away reminded me how many times during the day I really want to share something with Tom. I don’t feel like I’ve had an experience if I can’t talk it through with him. I’m used to blurting out any thought that comes into my head to him (much to his chagrin now that we’re working from home together). The truth is that most of the things I do in life are better with Tom by my side. I guess that’s a good way to feel about your husband…
How about you? Do you relish your alone time, or do you like to do everything with your partner? Women, have you fallen into some bad habits when it comes to independence, like I have? Any tips for making sure you keep the balance?













