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My husband disappeared for the weekend. I was left alone. I was forced to stretch out over the entire bed, sleep in, watch my favorite (and definitely not his favorite) shows, and play video games. It was horrible.

He, on the other hand, went fishing. It his very favorite pastime. Seriously, his first word was probably fish. In fact, this is him as a toddler:

It was a huge sacrifice to let him go fishing this weekend.

The only thing that made up for the weekend alone was the dinner that is now in my belly:

Oh, the things I do for my husband.