My wife takes work trips all the time w/o me. And I'm going to Vegas for U2 and she's going to Atlanta for Butch Walker Marvelous 3 concert.
The worry is not about cheating or having fun -- it's only about spending money and leaving one of us alone with the kids so long we go crazy. I wanted to go to 2 concerts, but I feel guilty about spending money we could spend on the kids college or some shit like that. So I'll probably only go to 1 show in the end.
This was the only two discussion point - making sure nothing interfered with child care and/or my wife's work travel obligations.
I squeezed an extra night out of the trip, but yea - I'm leaving after work on Wednesday so that I can get the kids out the door Wednesday morning, and taking a 6 am flight home Sunday morning so as not to be a total asshole.
Compromise, not a dirty word.
No one wants to fuck me in Vegas, NYC, CT or MA. Actually my wife still does want to fuck me, but I'm too fat and I'm bad at it. Now that you're all depressed, I want you to imagine that my belly is the size of the sphere and my penis is the size of this font.
Poor woman. She deserves some big dick.
Love,
Clerks
This, uh, this is a you problem