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[miz_anneliese]

When I was in Poland (for 7 weeks - roughly a year ago, I was there over Xmas and new years), I was on my own. I miss spending Saturdays however I wanted with no questions or repercussions.
I drank, I stayed up as late as I wanted, I read, I enjoyed the solitude.
That was a year ago. Now, it's 3AM, I'm listening to Florence and the Machine on my iPhone. I don't mind - its Saturday, I don't really care how late I stay up. But I know when I go to bed, I'll have murmurs of concern from my husband. Tomorrow morning, an inevitable "what time did you come to bed?"
I love so much about my life as it is. But my softly-contained introvert wants to be alone, to stay up too late on Saturdays, being alone and playing Diablo III and listening to music loudly and sleeping whenever the hell I feel like it.

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Comments

[fnord23.livejournal.com]

I empathize a lot. Got divorced, enjoyed the hell out of my freedom, and then got in a relationship. It's going wonderful, but since he moved in a part of me does miss being accountable to no one but myself

[signe.livejournal.com]

I understand this completely, except that I have a wife (who might complain a little) but mostly I have a *kid* who will be up promptly at 8:30-9AM and in my face, whether I'm trying to sleep or not. :p