The last time I wrote a segment of a Day in the Life of a Basketball Wife, I had just said goodbye to my husband. He was on his way to France to begin the basketball season and I was coming to terms with the fact that I wasn’t with him. Almost daily, someone asks me how I’ve been since DJ left, and the answer is busy. It’s been 3 months and the time has honestly flown by. I’ve moved us from our townhouse to an apartment, gone on a few trips, and gotten settled in my role as a marriage and family therapy intern at a private practice here in Atlanta. Another word I would use to describe our time apart is productive. While I’ve been seeing clients and gaining some valuable experience in my field, my husband has been averaging 17 points per game and spending a lot of time in the gym. All in all, it’s been a good few months for the Joneses.
Although the time has gone by fast and my husband and I have both been able to thrive during the last 3 months that we’ve been apart, we made the decision pretty early on that we will never willingly do this again. As an overseas basketball wife, the struggle between wanting to be at home and wanting to be with your husband is always too real. I know of a lot of other wives, many of whom I admire and respect, that choose to spend the basketball season at home working or sending their children to a local school while their husbands spend 9-10 months abroad. While I understand their decision and think everyone should make the best choice for them and their respective families, I personally feel like my place is with my husband.
On days when I’m not extremely busy at work or distracted with a super long to do list, I honestly feel as if a piece of me is missing. Without my husband’s presence, I feel fragmented, and while I’ve tried to put my big girl panties on, I miss him more than I can put in words. I enjoy working more than I ever thought I would, but if I had to choose between my career and my husband, my husband would win every single time. I’m blessed that with modern technology, I don’t necessarily have to choose and it’s likely that next basketball season, I’ll begin seeing clients via video session from wherever in the world we are. I’ve said time and time again that home is where my husband is and now more than ever I know that that’s true. It’s always better when we’re together.
The countdown is on and in less than 4 weeks, I’ll be in Lille, France with my husband. Although we only get to spend a few weeks together before I have to get back to work in Atlanta, I am so thankful that we do get that time together. Without it, I don’t know that we could stand being apart for the rest of the basketball season. Being apart has not been nearly as bad as I thought it would be, but it’s still not something that I would ever choose to do again. I am beyond excited for some much needed quality time with my main squeeze over the holidays and am looking forward to sharing my experiences in Lille with all of you. Stay tuned!
Do you think you could spend months apart from your significant other? I would love to hear from you!
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