Confessions of a Fisherman's (Almost) Wife When he first told me he was going to be a commercial fisherman in the Bering Sea, I thought, "sure, dude." I seriously expected him to entertain the idea for about two weeks while he did all his research, and then he'd come to me and say, "this isn't for me after all." And then, he left. For about two weeks, I wandered around the house feeling all the empty spaces. I felt like I'd been dumped and was alone to fend for myself, except I hadn't been, and this was still someone else's home. What do you do, right? You find things to fill those empty spaces. I moved my office space (I work from home, for now) into a spare bedroom, which now serves as a complete office paired with a gigantic walk-in closet, basically. I threw stuff away. If I didn't fill both trash bins to capacity come trash day, I felt unaccomplished. I cleaned. And I cleaned some more. I remodeled our bathroom. Well, I hired someo...