It Started With the Dishes
My husband and I got into a fight this week. We do not fight often anymore; we have been together for eleven years and have a pretty good idea of how to properly communicate with each other. But when we do fight, it's usually outside forces that mask themselves as issues with each other in order to have an outlet. It started with the dishes. It became about how we are both trying to do so many things outside of our relationship that we are forgetting each other. It became about how life hasn't gone the way we planned the last few months, and how overwhelming it has been. That's life . But we unknowingly haven't really had each other through it all, thus creating a feeling of loneliness. Hours of yelling and saying things we didn't mean and cold shoulders led to an exhausted talk of how we need to be more present for each other. So I figured if I was mad about not having him to talk to lately and he was finally ready to listen, I should probably tell hi...