Better

So, since Sunday, J and I hadn't spoke much until last night. It was bad. I mean, you could probably cut the tension with a butter knife it was so thick. I hate feeling that way. I hate knowing that something is bothering him but he won't talk about it. J isn't the most communicative person in the world. Neither am I, between the both of us, it takes a lot to make our marriage work. Don't get me wrong, I know this isn't easy, but sometimes I wonder if others have it easier. Yeah, life, marriage and other things in general aren't the fairy tale stories we've all heard growing, not puppies and rainbows, oh my god this is the greatest thing ever. It takes sacrafice, compromise and moments of utter disbelief. But in the end, I love him with all my heart. He is my all. Because of him, I have my 2 beautiful boys, whom I love with all my being. To imagine losing them, I can't even fathom, it kills me to even think about it. They are my all, my knights in shining armor. All my lovely men and little men.

Well we finally talked , mulled it over, got over whatever the freak was wrong, I cried and then felt better. J and I rarely fight, but when we do, it's bad, really tense, but we get it over with quickly. Forgive and forget.