Most holidays in the U.S. are generally based on a 3-day weekend. And that's what makes them tough, at least for me. Dennis and I were never much into celebrating during these long weekends. The only thing it meant to me was it gave me another full day at home, without having to go to work, and it meant I could spend the entire day with him. We always had a running "whore" joke—we always made sure sex was involved in these 3-day weekends (but especially on the celebrated holiday on Monday) because I always got a kick out of the fact that my company was paying me for having the time off that day and I used that time off getting bonked by Dennis. We laughed about that many times over the years. Now, while it might be fun to remember such times, they come with a sadness attached because he's not here any longer and the day off now only reminds me of that fact. Ergo, holidays are tough.
I guess it's just part of that long road I'm traveling—by myself.
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