At such times, I wish we were in Singapore as it's a place where I'm totally familiar with and I know there'll always be places for me to go to when I wish to escape from his very presence and also to totally ignore him and avoid being contactable, etc.
I love traveling. I do sometimes envy couples going for travels together. I see their photos and I can feel their enjoyment. I feel that traveling together also helps to bond the hearts of two persons as we are so caught up with the mundane day-to-day working life and stress that we tend to forget about each other. For me, things work opposite. I always get upset when I travel with my hubby. I don't feel the bond and the enjoyment that much. As much as I really want us to be better together, to enjoy our travels together, we just can't. It goes to such a point where I do doubt the very significance of our marriage.
I want so much more besides things that are measured by money or things that can be bought with money. And I just get disappointed time and again. Am I wrong to have such expectations? Maybe I should change myself and start wanting branded materials. I think I'll get better results with that.
Anyway, I feel so bloody pathetic to be sitting in bed and writing my feelings right now especially since I'm supposedly on vacation. What the hell am I doing in the hotel when I should be exploring the streets and the sights right? I guess I don't have to say further.
