As I reread my last post I realize I'm complaining about what so many people want. What I'm trying to convey is this: It's been so long since my H and I have both been together for dinner I just can't remember what normal was like. For that matter I'm not sure if we ever really had normal so I kinda feel like I'm in uncharted territory.
On Sunday morning my H wanted to lie in bed and read/take a nap but I felt like watching a movie on TV. When he found out that I ended up taking a nap on the couch he was mad and asked why he was even at our apartment. Trying to find a balance of together and alone time is much harder than I thought it would be.
Later that night as I was standing by the elevators in our building on my way to work and I noticed how beautiful the sky looked. I walked back to our apartment and told him to come look. He said no cause he was in boxers and a t-shirt. When I suggested he just take a quick look he started screaming at me. I was still pissed when I left work later that evening and considered not bringing him a pizza (I work at a restaurant). Then I realized that I was rewarding/punishing my H with food and was disgusted with myself and took a mental note not to ever treat my H that way again.
Of course when I arrived, pizza in hand, my H immediately apologized for shouting and we both acknowledged that one of us should have suggested he throw pants on and then look at the sky. In the past we would have both stood our ground and licked our wounds. By his simple apology we ended up having a nice night together. So I guess we are slowly learning.
