“Friends have asked why I take the time to clean it when it will get dirty and no one will notice a difference. ‘You’re the man, no one cares how pretty your ring is’. Here’s the thing. IT. DOES. MATTER. Why?”
‘I was cleaning my wedding ring. I’m a ‘guys’ guy. My hands stay banged up and dirty. I work on cars, the yard, they get dirty. My ring bares the brunt.’
‘It was our 11-year wedding anniversary. I had been up since 5:30 a.m. I cooked an entire breakfast by myself. I picked up the house, did laundry. All alone.’
“You might be saying, ‘Oh no, where is the romance? Why is your husband working on your anniversary? How could he ever do that?! My husband would never!”
‘I’m sorry when you want to have sex, I just want 10 minutes alone. I’m sorry you’re always questioning what happened to the girl you fell in love with.’
“I wish we could still be this much in love, this touchy feely, this happy, but we aren’t. I wish I could tell you things will change, but I can’t.”
‘Dear husband, please don’t give up on us.’
“I remember us as newlyweds and how obnoxious we used to be. Holding hands everywhere, sneaking kisses. I wish I could be that girl for you, but I just can’t. I’m gross. I’m exhausted. If one more person touches me, I may lose it.”
‘We’re not dealing with infidelity, as far as I am aware. But I want to leave my husband, and here’s why.’
“It’s not far-fetched for you to assume I would want to leave my spouse or that he would want to part ways with me; we drive each other crazy.”
‘I came down for breakfast and Bill was busy writing. He told me he was jotting down notes for his memorial service. What? What do you mean ‘memorial service?’ I never made it to the office that day.’
“Just as I was starting to feel some tiny relief from losing my dad, Bill started coughing again. We both knew what the cough was from.”
‘Dear husband, This is why your wife doesn’t want to be touched in bed tonight.’
“Because while she was thrilled to do a poo from her morning coffee, her children came in and tried to see what was in the toilet bowl and throw their toys down there.”
‘If I wasn’t a mother, just for a day…’
“Bite my tongue for even saying or thinking it, right? But, I did think about it.”
‘SEX after kids. I can count on 2 hands the number of times we had sex the first year after the triplets were born. Okay, probably just 1 hand.’
“And then there was the first time we had sex since my delivery. O M G.”
‘Who jumps into meeting a girl and her entire family and all her friends on the same day? He did. He said yes.’
“I was having complications from a birth that resulted in babies that weren’t even mine, and his only thought was to get to me as fast as he could.”
