Oh yes I did, Corri. Thank you so much. I shared it with one of my confidantes, and she said, "I like Corri. She is 150percent on target!" I do get hung up in my W's sh!t. I over-explain myself. I over-defend myself. I over-apologize.
Last night, she came home and I was making pizza for the kids. She gave me a dirty look and went for a walk (but not before grabbing a piece of pepperoni pizza for the road). When she came back in, there was no pizza left. I was upstairs giving DD a bath, and said something like "Great night for a walk," which it was, 50 degrees and beautiful. She didn't say anything. When I came downstairs, she was eating some popcorn, which was, I guess, her dinner. She started talking about work, which is her way of calling a truce, I think. I certainly wasn't engaging in any of my usual behavior, such as following her out the door and trying to explain myself, trying to appease her, or, in this case, offering to cook her something special. No apology last night...no need to apologize. And the walls didn't tumble down. It is taking a lot of diligence on my part, but it is worth the effort.
Thanks again, Corri. I printed out that post of yours and will keep it close to my heart.
