Short Gateway, Unexpected Storms

So here we go—another unexpected drama during our short getaway at Telunas.

It started out well. Since this was our only holiday in a while, we wanted to make the most of it—reconnect with nature, with each other, and with ourselves.

My husband mentioned beforehand that there would be no internet in the rooms, with only limited WiFi access at the reception lobby. I thought, Perfect. A break from routines, screens, and distractions. A real chance to unplug—and great for the kids, too.

I even packed a few nice, sexy outfits. I wanted to be intentional about making memories and rekindling intimacy.

Day One went smoothly.
Then came Day Two—and with it, an unexpected shift.

That afternoon, while the kids were at their 2-hour pottery session, I was looking forward to some uninterrupted couple time. Just the two of us. The plan was simple: relax, talk, enjoy the sea breeze from our room—and yes, maybe some intimacy by the sea. It sounded beautiful in my head.

But reality took a different turn.

Instead of being present, my husband became fully absorbed in editing and posting videos on social media. Even when I gently hinted that he might want to freshen up after our morning activities, he didn’t pick up on it.

Eventually, he agreed—reluctantly—to take a shower. But the moment he was done, he immediately got dressed and rushed off to the lobby for WiFi so he could upload the video.

I was left there thinking: Duhhhh...

My mood sank like a stone to the bottom of the sea.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel like putting on a bikini or anything nice.
But I still joined the group dinner—after all, it was the highlight of the program.

That night, I drank four glasses of wine—more than my usual limit. I quietly slipped away before the evening ended, went back to our room to rest, and checked on the kids.

The next morning, things got worse.
We tried talking, but instead of resolving things, it turned into a blame game.

He asked, “Why didn’t you just say what you wanted instead of dropping hints?”
I was taken aback. What the...

Then he added, “Even if you were upset, couldn’t you have waited until the trip ended to bring it up?”
Again... What the...

I felt like the bad guy. Like I didn’t appreciate him or what he’d done.

That night, I tried again to talk. Maybe he was just upset—or even still tipsy from the morning.

But instead of any understanding, I was hit with something worse:
He said he’d rather live in a "functional marriage" where we just do our jobs as mom and dad—without worrying about emotional needs.

I was speechless.

At that point, I knew there was no point in continuing the conversation. He clearly wasn’t in the right frame of mind.

So now... I’m left wondering how long we can survive in a “functional marriage” without emotions, connection, or intimacy.