Today started off pretty uneventful. My husband had suggested that I meet up with some friends and have a relaxing day. I took his advice and met a couple for breakfast then a bit of shopping.
I returned home and as I pulled in to the drive I noticed his work truck. I went in and upstairs to greet him.
It turned out he had taken the day off to make preparations. Our house is a pretty large tri-level home. Our top level consists of two master bedrooms. One we use as our bedroom and the other a spare room.
He had installed a lock on the spare room and kept himself busy most rest of the day. I tried on several occasions to see if I could get a peek but he was not having it.
I was able to see cardboard boxes, but could not find any labels or pictures, nothing telling what they contained.
I watched him carry some of the boxes up the stairs and a few seemed quite heavy. He didn’t speak much and seemed determined to finish his task, looking like a little boy carrying his Christmas presents to his room.
I cooked dinner and once it was done I knocked on the door letting him know it was time to eat. He managed to slip out without me getting a peek in.
We ate dinner and talked about normal things, his work, and how my friends were. I cleaned up afterward and he returned to the room.
Not long after disappearing in to the room he came back out and locked the door behind him. He showered while I laid in bed and read. We talked a bit more and he fell asleep. I’m sitting up writing in my diary and posting. I’ll be off to bed in a few moments. I wake up tomorrow morning to live out my last day of freedom for at least 6 months.
Sorry so short and uninteresting, I’m sure that will change soon.
Goodnight.
5 years ago. June 29, 2018 at 12:57 PM