My thoughts on a page.

Earlier today I put up a post for my dad, who I miss dearly. However, lucky me, as I do have another father in my life… yer man, the father of my children. We’ve stuck together through thick and thin. Some may believe he got the worse bargain, but I still stand by this post I wrote a few years ago titled…

My husband is so lucky he married me.

Some people wonder is marriage worth it? Why would you commit to a lifetime with one person?

Well those people were never married to me!

In general I am an agreeable person, and usually happy. However to be married to someone who is always happy, would be a rather dull affair, so to ensure our life is never boring, on occasions I get mad.

It is here my husband and I show our differences.

I am sure those of you who read this can testify, that there are different ways to argue.
Some of us roar and shout, others simmer silently for days.

I am a ‘roar and shouter’.
I go from “normal” to “boiling” in a matter of moments.
My husband is a very laid back type,
so on the whole, I do not get much opportunity to boil over.

However yesterday we had a row.

It was over a life changing event. Something so very important that I boiled over,
and my husband reacted. I know I shouldn’t expose family secrets on this blog, but I will let you in on this one,

It was about cleaning the barbecue properly.

If the truth be known the real reason for our row was that the night before we had enjoyed a fantastic night in a friends house and had not returned home until 4am!
Both of us were what you might say… a little bit tired.

Anyway I flipped out. My usual method of anger is to roar and shout and throw in as many “feck” “fu*k” and whatever else words I can remember. My husband never ever curses so each word is used by me for maximum effect.

Yesterday as usual having exploded I left the room to cool off. This might have involved door banging but due to the red mist in front of my eyes I cannot fully remember. The cooling off process was as quick as the heating up, so within a short period of time, I was feeling relaxed and had moved on.

Then I heard my husband shout, “I’m going for a cycle, I’ll make my own dinner.”

If I were to tell you he said this in a tone that you could not class as “loving”, “friendly” or “cheerful” I think you would know what I mean.

After he left the kids arrived into the room I was sitting in. This is one of the many negative reasons for having children, as they grow up they form opinions of their own and insist on sharing them with you. Anyway they came in and agreed collectively that in their words, I was “so mean to Dad”. They re enacted the row and told me he was only trying to help.Then one said, “and now the poor fella has to go on a cycle to calm down”.

I started to laugh.
I suddenly realized why my husband is so fit.
When I get mad I explode and sit in a room alone.
He on the other hand leaves the house,
and goes for a walk, swim or cycle.
Funny thing is, he seems to be doing any or all the above on a regular basis, every week.

So now that I think about it,
it is about time for him to say “Thank you”.
Without me he would be pounds heavier!

There’s no denying it, I really am a great wife. He is so lucky to have me!

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