Saturday was just such a miserable, emotionally draining day for me ....mother in the hospital(and flashbacks to my Dad's death and the last year he was with us), arguing siblings and my sitch, I was just a little out of it most of the day.
Although, as far as the sitch goes, it was honestly my wife who got me through Friday and Saturday and offered her shoulder for a good cry, a warm hug and let me vent about my mother and all the BS with my family.
Saturday we had planned to go to a wedding reception for one of my coworkers, late since we were both working. When we got home, I was not feeling into it, she left it up to me and we decided with the time, the drive there and back, that we would skip it.
Prior to making plans to come with me, W had been invited out with friends to do something, and I told her I felt bad about that...her changing her plans and us planning on the wedding all along. She said it was no big deal...and "let's go do something nice...dinner or something".
I suggested a restaurant that we had not been to in years and that she had always loved. No reason for skipping it all this time, other than it is out of the way, but she reminded me that she had asked for so long and finally gave up because I always had an excuse for not going. She remembers asking to go there on her birthday one year and me and D not taking her....does she remember anything nice that I did over the years....jeeezzz.
We had a nice dinner on an outside deck...couple margaritas, an excellent dinner and she was chatty and silly. We had a very nice time, took a the long way home for a nice ride, and W wanted to go home get comfy and relax, which we did.
That night was just a few drinks, some conversation and music at home...nothing special.
She is still acting very relaxed around me, not spending much time out with friends and I am trying to not focus so much on what she may or may not be thinking. Actually the whole day Saturday, between text at work and the evening out and at home, we laughed, joked and had a silly great day.
At one point during the night we were talking about something, and I honestly don't remember what, but she made a reference to our house, and she said "Well, WE WILL still be living here then won't we?"....not sure if it was slip or what, but I have got so used to her saying "I" and "Me" in reference to her future, that when I heard "We", it stood out.
Sunday was the football game and I shopped for her in the morning , and went to visit my mother while she cooked....we watched the game(she watched, mostly. I'm trying), her brother and SIL came over afterwards for dinner with their D2 and we all sat around and talked, drank some beers and had a nice late dinner.
After they left we relaxed, watched some TV and that was about it....tired from the weekend we both ended up sleeping early...she stayed on the couch...oh well....used to that.
One more note...wife had asked me to make some fresh salsa so the tomatoes we had would not go to waste, and I had not had time yet, so after dinner as we were all sitting in the kitchen I put it together.
Now, I am pretty good in the kitchen, but over the last year or so my W has surpassed me in my skills. I always joke about her being the "expert" and honestly have come to value her opinion. As I was making the salsa, I asked her several times about amounts, seasoning and ingredients and she kept a watchful eye over me to make sure I did it the way she wanted.
I made a few wise comments about what seemed to be a reversal of roles and her being the expert, and me not wanting to get yelled at for screwing something up.
Later that night I asked her if she is insulted or offended when I joke about her being the expert and asking her opinion about food and cooking. I told her lately I really do value her knowledge and she has really come into her own when it comes to the kitchen.
She said "No, not any more. I know in the past you were being sarcastic and that used to bother. Now I know you really are asking for help or an opinion".
