My husband and I both work full-time, and we’re both workaholics through and through. It’s been about ten years since we got married, and on weekdays we hardly have time to talk or even see each other. At the weekend, one of us is off playing golf, or we’re both too tired… Yet here we are, living under the same roof.
Six months ago, I made a suggestion to my husband. It was to go on ‘weekend trips for two’. Of course, one aim was to recover from the fatigue of the working week, but travelling meant we’d be together the whole time, whether we liked it or not. ‘It doesn’t matter where we go. Let’s just be honest with each other about what we’re thinking whilst we’re there’—that was my main reason. My husband agreed without hesitation. In our tenth year of marriage, our ‘weekend trips for two’ began.
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