“I’m not sure about this whole empty nest thing,” Elsa said to her sister on the phone. “Now that Eric, our youngest, has moved out, life is just not the same. Peter doesn’t understand. He has his work. That’s always been his priority. Not the kids and certainly not me.”
“I know where you’re coming from, Sis,” Emily said sympathetically. “You spend most of your adult life tending to the needs of your children and then, one day, they’ve flown from the nest and you now start to question your whole purpose in life.”
“Exactly,” said Elsa. “What am I going to do? The kids were what Peter and I had in common. They were the glue that held us together. I don’t even know if we have anything to talk about with each other. We’re together, but alone.”
“Every couple goes through this when their kids grow up and leave home,” Emily said, trying to reassure her sister. “Bob and I went through something like this, too.”
“How did you deal with it?” Elsa asked.
“We had to rediscover ourselves, rekindle the relationship, reconnect with each other,” Emily said.
“I hear the words,” Elsa responded. “But how did you make that happen?”
“It was mostly me, I suppose,” Emily said. “I planned little things, like nice dinners, movie nights, weekend getaways, date nights, and stuff like that. I also insisted that we take romantic vacations, like going on cruises, visiting exotic lands.”
“Ah. So like a bucket list for empty nesters, huh?” Elsa said.
“Yes,” said Emily. “But there’s one more thing you need to do.”
“I think I know what you’re going to say,” Elsa said. “We need to spice things up a bit, right?”
“Sis, you need to start fucking his ass off!”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “nest.”