Over the weekend, I posted an open letter to my lovely wife.
I would first like to take this opportunity to thank all of those who sent emails of support (and I would even like to thank those that sent emails of non-support, because at least that means you’re reading these random scribblings).
Oddly enough, an open post to my wife became my most-read posting. That being said, it will most likely be the last family oriented post.
On our anniversary, as I said I would, I spoke to my wife about my feelings. This was a huge step for me because I despise conflict, and especially emotional conflict. I’m sure given enough time and insurance co-payments, I would determine that this has something to do with the relationship with my parents. However, that is for another day.
The talk did not start out well as I put my wife on the defensive with accusatory words. As cliché as it sounds, it is better to start off discussions like these with “I” words (e.g., “I feel that…”). Once I started again at that point and started to pointed out how I felt, rather than point out her actions, the conversation went better.
I was able to get my wife to see how I felt and she said she would do a better job in appreciating the help I do around the house and not to treat me like a servant. From her end, she also had a list of complaints. First and foremost, apparently since we have arrived, I have been a grump of a bear to her and our kids. I can only assume that the move has taken more of a toll on me than I initially surmised. I promised her I would work on that.
More than likely, blogging about family problems is not the best way to solve them. Therefore, this will be the last posting I make about the relationship between my wife and myself with the exception of these last three words…
Make-up sex rocks.
(We now return you to your randomly scheduled ramblings.)