A Blessed Day of Calm
Thursday afternoon through Friday morning was an incredibly painful stretch of time. My husband and I had one of the worst arguments we’ve had in a long time. Sadly enough , it came after our marriage counseling session.
I don’t like feeling backed into a corner. When I can’t get away from it, I rage. I couldn’t get away from it on the 30 mile drive home, so I ended up screaming. At least I didn’t wreck the car, although that thought did flash through my mind for a nano second.
My husband had his 12-step meeting when we got home, so there was no talking then. I took drugs to make me sleep, but was still awake when he got home, but he didn’t want to talk then, and he didn’t want to talk before I left for work.
I left work early and he finally was willing to talk, but it was an uneasy truce.
Today, we have visited a new museum, and eaten out with some friends. But we haven’t kissed today. I think we are both a little wary of each other.
But it has been a calm day in what has been a weird week. I’ll take calm anytime I can get it. Oddly enough, our counselor felt like we were making good progress and was very encouraged about our marriage. But when a couple has been through our type of ordeal, the train can get derailed fairly easily.
Today has been a nice respite. I’m about to see if I can get a kiss.