Thanks everyone, for your encouraging words! I teared up once or twice, reading your sweet comments. Told you my pregnancy hormones are raging. I think I read somewhere that chocolate helps with that… Nah. I made that up!
So me and the man, we did finally work things out. After another “episode” shall we say? Maybe it was because he didn’t walk through the door, like I planned. I met him at a park, with the kids and McDonald’s junk food in tow. We got to talking, while the kids played, and all the hurt came up again. Yeah, he had some too.
BUT after the kids were in bed, we talked again. I almost giggled at how “Wifey, this is how it is!” the whole talking time felt! We resolved stuff, and kissed and made
out up. The end.
I wish! I know there will be more of these marriage issues. (Why can’t the marriage books be wrong for once?! Wait, wait — I know. Because they’re all based on the fact that our sinful, un-dead, old self will keep popping up.) But I know God’s grace and glory was shining by the end of the evening, and that’s what our marriage is about. It’s about God’s glory.
Me and the kids, we’re fine too! Sure, there were some more lying/hitting/snarky/smashing/whatever-you-can-think-of problems. But there was even more pure, giddy love flying around! Literally. My wild banshees. (I’ve heard that wild banshees are technically “screaming women,” but you know what I mean.)