Things become so overwhelming that I find myself sitting alone in the house when my husband is gone and just relishing the silence. There is always so much noise. The TV is always on, the click of his keyboard always there in the background. The sounds of kids outside enjoying their summer. A constant onslaught of noise and my life feels noisy enough as it is.
It's not that there is constant shouting. We are in another patch of him ignoring me that is going on three weeks right now. It's that my life FEELS noisy. It's like the constant control I have to maintain, the constant inner dialog that helps me keep my sanity or simply make it through my day makes life feel like there is never ending sound coming at me in a constant barrage. Me against the world.
So, when he is gone and I am alone, I sit in the quiet. I allow myself to enjoy the momentary silence that will inevitably be replaced as soon as he is home. The sound of his boots on the ground, stomping up the stairs. The sound of his keyboard as he chooses to interact with his friends online instead of speaking directly to me and the sound of my own thoughts reminding me to steady my voice, tread lightly, speak softly, maintain control... My constant mantras to allow me to successfully navigate our day without a fight, or at least, without a massive blowout.
I find that I can even hear the grinding of my teeth through it all. I can hear my muscles tense each day that comes closer to his return from duty, or hour from his return from work. I can hear him coming even when he is no where around. And the sound can overwhelm my senses.