Last week I went on a road trip and had a bit of car trouble. It turned out not to be anything major, and nothing was harmed except my schedule (and my sleep), but there was a bit of stress for a while when I didn’t know if it was going to turn out to be something major (i.e. expensive and time consuming).
It wasn’t until the day after I got back home (much later in the night than I had originally intended), than the thought struck me: not once during all of the car-drama did I have the thought, “Boy I wish X were here.” Not once. At no point did I even feel like something was going to happen and I wouldn’t be able to handle it. The biggest stress was inconvenience and expense. Even if I had broken down by the side of the road, I know I could have handled it. During this car “crisis” I had no moment of wanting him around to rescue me*, I was just fine with the help that came my way on my own.
And that was perfect.
*In fact, if he had been there, things would likely have been much more stressful, as I would have been not only having to worry about the car, but his moods as well.