How did this happen? I feel extremely dowdy, very housecoat and curlers about this assertion of frustration. My husband is a most excellent man. He is generous and sweet-natured. He is logical and thorough and works hard. He comes home when he says he is going to and he makes pancakes on weekend mornings.
Can you believe I am even mad about the pancakes? I don't particularly like pancakes. Especially pancakes with chocolate in them, because I don't particularly like to eat breakfast and that is just sugar overload. But when my husband makes pancakes it is a big deal, and he feels proud and like he is taking good care of us, so probably twice a month we all have pancakes. Every time, for nigh on eleven years, because it was probably 10 months into dating that I got up the courage to tell him I didn't like chocolate in my pancakes, he puts one or two chocolate chips into my otherwise plain pancakes. This feels aggressive, and I am angry about it.
Ok. So obviously I have chosen a story to make you sympathetic to my anger. I'm sure my husband could tell some stories on me, because I think he's secretly pretty put out with me as well.
It seems like there are a lot of us in this situation of being angry at our spouses.
Which seems so bizarre, because we all CHOSE each other. And spent at least some period of time thinking that a life with this person would be pretty groovy. And then at some point we get mad and that anger gets hooked pretty good on this other person who we adore.
What happens then? Ugly. I do not like it. I know many many people have found that leaving, and trying again later, is a good solution. I will tell the truth: I think seriously about it. I do believe, however, that humans do basically what they want, and I do not want leaving to be my solution right now.
How do we get here, I want to know, and how do we get back?
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