"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"You have a hard time getting going in the morning, yet you can’t fall asleep at night because your mind just. won’t. stop. You do your best to appear OK, and feel neglected when everyone then assumes you’re OK. Because anxiety is, often, a silent struggle. It’s often used flippantly, as though it’s just a synonym for being worried. But it’s real. And it sucks. It sucks so much, and speaking of, it sucks the life right out of you."
I write as a man who loves his wife and wants to know her better. If you’ve ever thought, “I just can’t figure her out” maybe this post can be a launching pad to deeper conversations with your spouse.
"Maybe it would have been easier if it was a conscious decision. Wake up one morning, pour a cup of coffee and tell your husband that you are never having sex again. But it’s not that easy, is it?"
"While Facebook tells you if someone liked your status update, Tinder tells you if someone likes you. How soon will it be before people go from enjoying that feeling to craving it?"
At some point, between dirty laundry and a pile of dishes, my husband’s jokes stopped being funny. I sprained my neck over how hard I rolled my eyes in his direction.
