I realize, I haven't always been a good wife.
Well, actually, I've known it for a while. But, I've just been too stuck to admit it.
I know what you might be thinking... I've been a good mom. Sure. I do what I need to do. Sure. I have done my job in The Mom department well. Sure.
And here's the big BUT. . .
I have dropped the ball as your life-partner.
And here's why:
I have spent too much time keeping score.
I have resented you getting to be an adult, while I've felt left in this mom-mode thing.
I have been insecure about my job as a care-taker.
I have been too tired and too frazzled and too distracted; and sometimes don't even have dinner on the table or groceries in the pantry. And at times~I haven't given a damn.
I have acted jealous of your career; and secretly I have resented it. And you.
I have dismissed your parenting skills at times, and thought my way was the only way.
I have been too tired; too insecure; too self-conscious.
I have been so overwhelmed that some days I haven't even bothered to ask you about your day.
At times. . .
I have juggled and dropped the ball.
I admit it.
And now that I've acknowledge it, I can try to change it.
I'm sure I'll keep messing up. Again. And again.
But; I'm admitting where I've gone wrong (and, as you know, this doesn't come easy for me).
So, maybe this is a good first step?
Next up... perhaps turkey pot pie?!