Why is it that you can be married for fifteen years and then one evening, your spouse says something that cuts so deep you forget to breathe for a bit? Why is it that after all of this time I suddenly feel like your garden variety military wife? Why is it that some days you work all evening in the house and hold on to your shortening temper with your child and then ....right at bedtime...the humidifier in her room tips over and you end up with a gallon of "cool tap water" on the floor? And then, that's it, you spend twenty minutes soaking it up and bawling your eyes out while your child stands by and gives you stickers and bits of chocolate that she has stashed in her room from God only knows when, just to make you feel better. Why is it that the person who really made you cry is in Oregon having popcorn and watching a movie (in a real honest to goodness theater) having a grand time while your chest aches and your four year old is trying to fix you?
Why is it that some days being a wife is quite possibly the hardest thing that I do?
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