I decided to start journaling in this forum since my H and I are reconciling.
Things seemed to be going great. Sometimes, I think too great. But, I am not going to complain. We seemed to be communicating very well since he returned back in February. If something is bothering me and depending what it is, I approach him and discuss it. But when I discuss it with him, I make sure that I use alot of "I" statements. Because I don't want him to think that I am blaming him.
This past weekend was great. His birthday was at the beginning of May, I decided that I was not going to do anything special for his birthday except taking him out to dinner because that what he did for me. I could not do that because I think everyone should be made special on their birthdays. The gift I gave him was a weekend away and I set up a tee time for him to play golf with a friend. He was surprised and very happy. The best part was, we went by ourselves, without our daughter. My older son and his girlfriend watched her for the weekend. Well, my husband had a nice surprise for me when we arrived at the resort that we were staying at.
We checked in. He seemed a little off, but I didn't really think too much about it. We walking inside the condo and it was very dark in there. I walked in to put our bags down and I noticed that there were candles buring on the table along with a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice, chocolate covered strawberries and rose petals all over the table. I turned on the light and notice a trail of rose petals leading into the bedroom, all over the bed, the night stands and the tub with candles burning. He told me that he loved me so much that I was always giving to him and he wanted to do something special for me. I started to cry and said he made a dream come true.
