Marriage is God dam hard... I mean, there's always something. Some shitty, asshole life stuff something, that comes up and wrecking balls it's way into your week to spoil all plans to spend any time together. Some paperwork, some meeting, school stuff, family stuff, dates to remember, house stuff and general crappy, fuckety fucking shit stuff that kicks off. This week hasn't been any exception. We have had zero time to talk about important stuff we need to talk about, let alone talk about "unimportant" stuff like "feelings" or oh, I don't know... time for ourselves. Its really, really, really hard work. I'm on my own again thus evening with son in bed. Waiting for him to come home after yet another late meeting... so much to logisticise if that's even a word before we can even scratch the surface of talking about feelings or relationship stuff, checking in with each other. Head full of dates and life stuff. Right now, I'm absolving myself by the fa t I've made him some sweet chillie salmon for when he gets back he'll have to hear up in the microwave and that I sported him some pretty awesome sushi for lunch. I just hope in the coming days we can come together and actually talk....
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So today, I did something really brave! I've always been a very cautious person. Yet here I was 40 years old and after dropping my son off at a party in a church in an unfamiliar area, i chose to start exploring an area I was not used to. Not only that but i was not worried in the slightest in doing it. Little as it may be, I'm taking the small wins. It's all about the little things. I also was lucky enough to see my husband and son playing a really old board game enjoying themselves so much when we got back. These are the moments we should be living for xx
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