My wife and I went shopping Thursday and she was totally aware that I was into it on a personal level. I had been wearing panties all week, especially my pastel ones with the little bow, and I made sure she knew it. She was excited about going shopping with someone who wouldn't be just wandering off to go find a bench somewhere. She is recovering from a foot surgery so we were a bit limited, we hit up Ross and spent alot of time looking together. While checking out the dresses I pulled off a white dress with flower embroidery and said I thought it would look really good on her. She said, "I don't do white, but you could get it." I hung the dress back up, but later she encouraged me again to buy it so I did. A couple of other stores were not fruitful but she found a couple things at a small thrift store where I bought some jeans that don't fit.
A huge storm blew through our region that night and took the power off for awhile, powerlines near our house exploded. It was wild.
Saturday morning I woke up feeling really down. My wife is off work for at least another week and has been off for a month. I've had almost zero girl time. A couple months ago I could have cared less, but now I'm really getting antsy about it. I'm not usually one to get depressed but Saturday I just laid on the couch for a couple hours sulking. Eventually I started using my imagination and thinking about myself thinner and looking good. I found myself motivated and did a tough bike ride and followed it with 45 minutes of swimming at a nearby lake. A big part of what got me there was imagining myself sunbathing on the beach in a bikini. Yeah not going to happen, but I did sunbath for a bit in my bike shorts LOL.
Saturday found me getting hit with a major blow. My wife has been planning a vacation with her Mom to Florida and staying with her old best friend, she'd bought plane tickets and everything. Turns out her old best friend is going through some major drama, boyfriend's in jail, one of her kids is in rehab, and it's looking like the trip is off. I love her, but I was so looking forward to a week alone. I couldn't hide how hard this hit me and I could tell it hurt her. "If you want to wear your dress around the house don't let me stop you," she said. I don't think it would be that easy though. In my mind I had been flirting with my own trip, and spending as much time possible as Sarah.
Turns out she can't get a refund on the tickets but they can move the flight to Daytona so it may still be on. Now I'm left feeling guilty about wanting her gone so bad, and yet really hopeful she still goes. She's super nervous about going somewhere without me.