First, please excuse any misspellings, between this new keyboard and my fake nails, I might have a tough time. That said, Marriage, could it be anymore fun.
I adore my husband, I do…I love the man more everyday. Yes, sounds cliched, but I have found it true. There are days when he will do something, sweet or kind with one of our sons and my heart skips a beat. BUT, I have also discovered that the man I married is flawless, now don’t get me wrong, I know noone is perfect and I certainly don’t think my husband is, but somehow HE beleives he is.

For instance, the other day…he is pushing up on me, I am PMSing I am exhausted (we do have four little boys, two dogs of our own and we were watching my in-laws two dogs) I asked him nicely, “Honey, please stop, and let me get dressed.” He walked away, said I was a total bitch and slammed our bathroom door. About an hour later, I jokingly said that he had ‘issues’ he asked what that was supposed to mean…I said, well you are sarcastic and you can be rude, his reply…”Yeah, cause I have to deal with you.” IS it that sarcasm he is famous for, or am I truly the cause of all our marital strife? If so, how is a person like me…can be a bitch at times, tired, exhausted, slightly chubby with sagging boobs…supposed to deal with being married to a perfect man?

There are times I don’t think I can…deal with it that is. He works hard and has made many sacrifices for this family, which can cause me to pull up that mental scorecard I find myself keeping in my heart. He did this for the family, have I made a sacrifice on par with his. Was mine more worthy of note than his was? If not, how can I play the martyr?

Bottom line, I can’t. It isn’t in my nature. I can joke about it, and even resent him sometimes, but in the end my pride in my husband rules out any need to keep track of who is better at the martyr game.