On Leaving and Being Left Behind
When I was young, my father was an absentee parent. His job required extensive travel, leaving my mother with all the responsibility. I adapted to his absence, and accepted the normality of it. It’s true, you can get used to almost anything.
The year my sister left for college, is the first time I remember feeling abandoned. In spite our seven year age difference, we very involved in each other’s lives. It wasn’t simply her departure. It was the bomb she dropped before she left and the realization there were no buffers between me and my mom. What can I say? Puberty is Hell.
In college, relationships were forged, as we stayed up late enveloped in our newly acquired superiority and solved the world’s problems. Graduation. Then, one by one, everyone moved away. Finally I left too, but returned and fell in love.
I fell for the one who would leave me behind frequently, but always return.
For me, it’s easier to be the one who leaves. Leaving is active, you are moving towards something and often have a purpose that distracts you from the realization of deserting someone. Having spent so much of my life being the one left, I know the void that erupts the moment the the door closes.
Tuesday, I left first. The Mister was still sleeping quietly when I leaned in to kiss him good bye. It was o’fuck thirty and I chose not linger, hoping he would drift back to sleep. It was strange leaving him behind, while I drove to the airport, but my thoughts quickly shifted to the day ahead.
I’ve flown many times, but rarely has anyone been awaiting my arrival. It’s different than someone waiting for you to pull into the driveway. It feels more personal, the waiting is participatory. You feel wanted.
Departing at an airport…is harder.
I returned home and found this note from Mister Hombre. I hadn’t anticipated my return to be welcome per se, but finding the note was much like being greeted at the door.

Friday, he will return from work and be equally welcome home. Next week, we will return our routine and once again he will be doing the leaving.
January 31st, 2008 at 3:28 pm
Ah but the love notes are the best aren’t they?
I’m not so good at either I think. When I leave, I worry over the little stuff - like will the kids get fed and bathed (heh), but when I’m left well I understand the void you mention. There is the added benefit of sleeping a bed without being disturbed though..
January 31st, 2008 at 4:22 pm
Awww. Very NICE! I’m also married to someone who leaves me frequently (like this week), but always returns. And I agree it would be so much easier to be the one who has to leave.
PS. Don’t hate me, but I tagged you the other day.
January 31st, 2008 at 4:47 pm
I savor the sense of self-reliance, whether I’m leaving or being left.
Nice to get the note. I often leave notes that are never received because I return first or they’re overlooked.
January 31st, 2008 at 5:13 pm
*sigh* that is so sweet
January 31st, 2008 at 5:53 pm
Oh, thanks for getting that dang REM song back in my head once it was finally out. I know you know that leaving and being left has been heavily on my mind lately. I’m glad you’ve had this experience, and the pleasure of seeing those feelings in print. Those little sentiments in moments mean so much.
(I’m also glad that you’re around out here for me to blather on to. You know, as a clumsy aside.)
January 31st, 2008 at 7:18 pm
It used to be harder to be the one being left.
Now it’s harder to be the one leaving.
That’s the difference not having a small child makes.
Amazing the warmth that one little note can generate.
February 1st, 2008 at 12:23 am
I got so used to my dad leaving (for six months at a time) that I actually resented him a great deal when he returned. Gone were the spur of the moment dinners out, back were the snitty fights between parents, etc.
With divorce there is one BIG leaving, followed by (if there are kids) constant coming and going.
I’m always here it seems. Well, mostly.
February 1st, 2008 at 9:43 am
I have a husband who travels a lot, and this post struck home. I wonder how it would feel the other way around.
February 1st, 2008 at 12:20 pm
I would always rather be the one leaving for all the reasons you’ve mentioned.
When I was married, I had to say goodbye to my husband for two-three months at a time, with very limited phone access while he was away. When I returned to the empty house, it was like a dagger through my heart.
That note…{sigh}I am always the note writer in the relationship. I would have loved to get the note you did.
February 1st, 2008 at 5:26 pm
the leaving, the leaver. the sum of the in between. (i have no idea where this is going)
and yet i understood.
February 1st, 2008 at 5:27 pm
Maggie, the unexpectedness makes it precious. Sleep without being disturbed, eh? I feel confident the new kittens will interfere with your sleep patterns just like my cats. Give them six months. Your bed will never be the same.
Diane Mandy, somehow we manage to adjust, don’t we?
It’s all good. I’ll get to the tag soon.
De, I never thought about both roles playing a part in the self-reliance. It’s so true the responsibilities you carry out the door and the ones that remain for your partner.
It is the tiny things…
flutter, he is sweet.
liv, both roles have advantages and disadvantages.
meno, it’s always a question of circumstance. Children change everything. Young children make the days stretch out, and the craving for adult conversation insatiable.
amusing, absentee parenting can either diminish one’s authority or elevate one’s status. The Big leave is an entirely different matter… the coming and going can be tiring…I suspect their is relief in the boy’s return.
Emily, thanks for visiting. I’ve wondered about that too. In my situation I’m not sure if it would be much different. My husband loathes the separation, regardless of who is doing the leaving.
qt, I’m not sure if I have a preference. Some days it is relief to be left. Gives me a chance to get my head on straight.
February 1st, 2008 at 8:22 pm
You are so right that it is much easier being the one leaving than being the one left behind. Part of that is that the person that is leaving gets to experience something different (even if it is not new), while the one that stays is left with a void to fill.
The note that your hubby left for you is very revealing as to how much he counts on and depends on you.
February 7th, 2008 at 11:07 am
Lynn, it sounds like you have experience in this too. It’s nice to be remembered, even if the catalyst is absence.
February 8th, 2008 at 9:34 pm
A nice note to return home to.
February 9th, 2008 at 8:57 am
crazymumma, it’s like having the welcome without the wagon.
February 10th, 2008 at 2:55 am
What a sweetheart.
February 10th, 2008 at 1:27 pm
mama P, I think shall keep him.