My father’s day wasn’t the greatest, but it wasn’t the worst. My expectations were perhaps a little high (but not overly so), I was hoping that the family would make a little more of it than they did, so when I had to continue my fatherly chores (taxiing kids around, etc.) without any appreciation being expressed, it wasn’t a big deal, but it could have been better.
Last week, I was speaking with W on the phone. I was feeling a little down because I’m having difficulties with certain aspects of my motorcycle course. W downplayed my feelings. I told her that it was important to me, and that’s how the conversation ended.
But, I knew that she wasn’t trying to invalidate my feelings. It just came out that way.
All of this made me realize something. It doesn’t matter if people – including my W – support me. What matters is that they (especially W) try.
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quote:Originally posted by 2Learn: I am blessed with… and a husband who looks to me like he is doing the best catch-up job he can figure.
