I have another secret.
I shared it with The Mister last night.
It was such an incredible release, and it allowed me to cry. He let me cry. He encouraged me to cry.
He asked the right questions. He didn’t get frustrated. He was empathetic.
He helped lift a burden that’s been getting increasingly heavier and heavier for the past month.
Even better than that, he offered me a solution that I had thought about but didn’t dare speak out loud and in fact, had made me feel like I was a horrible, selfish human being for even thinking it. I had been so afraid he wouldn’t understand, but he did. He tried.
Maybe he doesn’t understand completely. Maybe all he understands is that I’m in distress … I’m at my limit of endurance: emotionally, mentally, physically.
But that’s all I need. That, and the gentle hugs he offered. He realized my pain, both emotionally and physically. He remembered how sick I’ve been with this “mild” flu over the past week (thank God in Heaven for the doctors who make flu vaccines, People, and no… I couldn’t be more serious right now).
I think I just might have the best Mister Spouse ever. Like, in ever of ever. I need to appreciate him more.