I. Love. My. Husband. Like, a lot. With our anniversary coming up I've been reminiscing and thinking about lots of things. Chris started selling home security systems over the summers the year we first met and has been doing it ever since. So, through our almost three years of marriage we have moved and been apart a ton, which always causes plenty of negative comments to arise from friends, family, or anyone learning of our situation. I have heard variations of: "that's no good for a family", "that sucks" and, (of course), "that must be
SO hard!". But (I'm assuming) they are only saying how hard it must be for
ME.. because I have the kids. What most people don't think about is how hard it must be for Chris. He has to be away from home all alone. He doesn't get to see his kids every day, or get annoyed by their shrieks and messes, or laugh as they dance and act like animals. He loves loves loves his babies, and me. He doesn't want to leave us for weeks at a time, and when we can stay together, we do. We are doing what is necessary to provide for our family in the best way we possibly can
RIGHT NOW.
Last year was a really hard year for me. I hated Chris' job because I really needed him home, but I soon realized that we wouldn't even have a home for our family had he not taken his opportunities to leave for work. A few months ago I read an article I had stumbled upon through Pinterest.
Why I won't bash my husband. (Read it, seriously) It made me realize that I was complaining way more than necessary, and I stopped immediately. Being apart for any amount of time
is hard, but our marriage is stronger than I ever knew it could be. Chris is my best friend. He is amazing. He is unafraid of buying feminine hygiene products, he knows when I need a soda/energy drink to keep my sanity, and he makes me laugh more than any one else. Being apart
does suck, but it's just a bump in the road on this crazy life ride.
So,
please. If you don't have something
POSITIVE to say, don't say anything at all. Because I may punch you in the head.
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