Many, many years ago, The Mr. composed a Xanga post that consisted of just those five words as what I'm guessing were his thoughts on how something in our relationship came to be. Thirteen years later, I am using those same words. What brought this on, you ask? Well, I had a rather enlightening conversation (translation: hour of silence while she talked) with my M.I.L. about parenting, mainly how much I suck at it, which stemmed from her witnessing a tantrum thrown by my soon-to-be four year old. I won't go into detail, but most of the parenting "tools" she recommended didn't sit well with me. What I found most alarming was that some of the "tools" guaranteed to "break" my child have been and still are used by The Mr. on me!
I am certain there have been at least a few posts on how lonely and isolated I feel, and there are at least one hundred times more instances that have not been documented in cyberspace. I will not go into too much more detail, but it ain't all "flowers and sausages." As recently as this weekend, I cried out for help, and things changed for about a day, but alas, here I sit. I have often suspected that was where it came from, but now I know . . . "and knowing is half the battle," or so they say.
Yet, God forbid, should anything happen to us, this is how he wants our children raised?! I do not wish to discuss anyone's business besides my own, so I am going to end this here, but. indeed, it all makes sense now.
Kay Dub is a 38 year old stay at home mother of 3 fur babies, a preschooler and a toddler. An avid runner, marathon mom, fitness buff and triathlete in training, her most challenging goal is becoming a Proverbs 31 woman and "Wife After God".