One of the things you have to learn as you get older (as well as how to do your own laundry, the difference between buildings insurance and contents insurance, and to cook for yourself) is how to spend time alone, just you and your thoughts. I know this is something some people struggle with.
I am not one of these people.
You see, I'm an introvert. I find it draining to be around people, especially large groups of people I don't know too well. Don't get me wrong, I don't suffer from social anxiety or anything; I can converse with these people but it takes every ounce of energy I have and when I get home, I'm done! I need some time alone to recharge.
Hubby is the opposite. He feeds off the company of others and will literally talk to anyone about anything, although it's usually sports, in one form or another.
You might be thinking that this mix is a recipe for disaster, for an unsuccessful marriage with many clashes, but you'd be wrong (well, so far)!
Early on in our life living together, we had to learn about these key differences; Hubby would try to encourage me out of the house, to spend time with friends, on nights out or afternoons shopping. He would assume that because he enjoyed time out of the house, surrounded by people, that I loved it too.
I love small groups and particularly one-on-one time with the people I love but I'm not so keen on loads of people.
As hubby initially struggled to understand my desire to stay home, I also struggled to understand his apparent desire to leave the house at any given opportunity. However I now see that it wasn't that he didn't want to spend time at home, alone with me, it was that he needed time with others too; to feed his soul as much as time alone feeds mine.
Seven years and seven months living together (four years and eight months of that as husband and wife) and we get it; we understand that we don't necessarily need the same things in life, but that we love each other just the same.