I won’t even pretend I don’t give my husband grief about what he does. I might not always say it out loud, but I’m thinking it.
I’ve learned what battles I want to have in marriage.
Needless to say, half of what I’m fussing about in my head isn’t worth the actual argument.
So why should I quit mentally fussing about him? It’s not like he knows what’s annoying me.
Well … to be honest … what I’m thinking is probably projected in my actions without knowing it.
After awhile, I become distant and he doesn’t even know why.
The dishes aren’t that important, so why am I unhappy with him every time he doesn’t load the dishwasher? Or irritated that he fell asleep while watching TV with our toddler while I was cooking dinner?
In reality, he has a demanding job that seems to get more demanding every year. He worries about our house and finances. Heck, in the past year, he’s had three surgeries to rebuild his ear drums.
And yet, I’m worried about a plate making it to the dishwasher.
Maybe, just maybe, when he comes home from work and cuddles our pudgy toddler in the recliner. he is trying to relax. He’s trying to take a moment to forget what stresses him out and enjoy what doesn’t.
Because he stresses about these things, I am able to pretend they don’t exist.
I don’t know what’s in the bank account. I have no idea when my student loans are due. I don’t mow the grass or bother replacing the siding on the house that needed replacing. I don’t know what our electrical bill is or when the mortgage is due.
In a sense, he allows me to live in bliss and not stress about these things.
So maybe, just maybe, I should not give my husband such a hard time about the little things and be grateful for all the big things he does.
He takes care of our little family and loves us more than anything else, and that is what matters most.