It’s been over 2 years.
Why am I still struggling so much?
Here’s the deal:
We text ok a couple times during the day. Nice little kissy faces and what-not.
Then we get home.
ZIP. ZELCH. ZERO.
When he does speak to me he is bitey. (Is that a word?)
And me? I get bitey back.
I’ve also started to wonder where his loyalty lies?
Case in point: last night I took my daughter to her sports physical. Around here the sports physicals for the next school year are done in May at a local school, and are free. So, I took her. The nurse heard something wonky with her heart. Stopped the physical and told her to make an appointment with her doctor.
So we get home and I tell my husband.
I ask him what is wrong. He gets bitey with me “What am I doing now to make you think something is wrong?”.
No words. Went to sleep.
This morning I get a text from him “are you going to call the doctor for her today? I can take her if you make it for my day off. Should she be doing sports?”
I text him back and told him she probably has what I have (or something similar). No big deal.
He says “I don’t want her being one of these kids that drops over dead while playing sports.”
I replied “I run”.
So, are you telling me you are worried about our daughter’s heart, but not mine? (Am I reading too much in to this?)
Seriously. For about the first year after D-day, things were going fairly well…all things considered.
Yes. The struggle is real.