Last night, Husband and I went grocery shopping. I made us Salmon for dinner. At the grocery store, I was rushing around and he asked what my hurry was.
I told him I wanted to hurry so we could play. That I was really excited. He told me to relax that we didn't need to rush around.
So, I did.
We got home, unpacked the groceries.
I started dinner and then proceeded to wait around while he did stuff for 20 minutes.
That 20 minutes was him doing stuff to prep for our playing.
Finally, we got to play for a whole half hour.
Then the Fish was finished...Oven timer began beeping.
I told Husband Dinner was ready and we needed to find a safe spot in the game and log off.
We did.
We had a great dinner.
I asked him if he wanted to join me for exercise.
He came outside with me.
And he started talking about what we would do after I finished my exercise.
I told him that after exercise I was going to bed. He was shocked.
He asked why.
I explained to him that it was already 8:30 and that I should be getting ready for bed...that I was behind schedule and as it was, I wouldn't be asleep before 10.
He told me I should just sleep less. I explained that I don't function well and that I had to take care of myself.
He kept pushing.
(Y'all know I was cringing inside.)
I explained to him that in the past I had tried to do everything with him, putting him first. And that I got fat (didn't exercise) and was very boring because I wasn't taking care of myself. I sat around waiting for him to get home. Made him my entire world. Was clingy and needy.
I said now that things are going well for us, I need to make sure to take care of myself so that I LOSE weight and don't get boring.
He understood what I was saying but was not happy with me.
He left me in the pool and went inside the house.
Unfortunately, our pool doesn't have a ladder. And he didn't put the step-stool within my reach when he left. He'd been sitting on it.
So...when it came time to get out of the pool I had to leap out and land on my stomach. Ouch.
I got upstairs and he was doing stuff for us. He asked how my swim went. I said "Fine until it came time for me to get out."
He turned around and looked at me. His eyes big. And said, "I forgot to get you the step. I'm so sorry! You got out ok?"
I told him I did, but bruised my stomach.
He said he was sorry again.
So...not only had he gotten over being miffed with me...he was being loving and sweet again.
Whew!
And to top it all off...I was asleep by 10:00...and was woken up in the middle of the night to a very loving husband. We !
Boy...if that's the result of me sticking to my guns...(being respectful to BOTH) then it will be easier next time!!
So, I'm reading Marianne Williamson's book, Enchanted Love.
She says:
My falling madly in love with you is a function of my soul. Yet the fact that I trust myself to surrender to the experience-because I know I won't do anything stupid, that I will not shirk my worldly responsibilities or abdicate my own strength - is because I have confidence in my personality.
I explained that I don't function well and that I had to take care of myself.
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