I love my husband and miss him when he's away. But I also enjoy the first two days of his work trips more than I admit. I order food he hates, sleep diagonally across the bed, leave a cup in the sink, and watch terrible shows without headphones.
By the third or fourth day, the house feels too quiet and I want him back. I've never told him because I'm afraid he'll hear only "I'm happier when you're gone." That isn't it. Sometimes loving someone and enjoying temporary solitude can both be true.