Dear husband, Yesterday was hard ― like most days are, actually.

Dear husband,  Yesterday was hard ― like most days are, actually. 1

Dear husband,

Yesterday was hard ― like most days are, actually. Our cute child was difficult. She didn’t sleep all night, then she wanted to party all day. She broke things. She cried, and she ripped the dogs fur out. I couldn’t keep up. After she dumped the dog food and poured her entire sippy cup of water on the ground, I lost it.

“Do you care that I am over here working my butt off, watching my goals and dreams struggle, trying to care for a baby and balance our home life?”

I woke up this morning, you got our baby girl out of her crib, made her milk and brought her to our bed. Just like you do almost every other morning. You hopped in the shower, got ready for work and helped take the trash out, again, like you do almost every other morning. I made breakfast for myself and baby and we sat down to eat. You rushed to get things together for work and then came over, said you loved us and kissed us goodbye ― like you do every morning.

You do these things EVERY SINGLE MORNING. You do things like this everyday. You go to work just like I do, to help provide for us everyday. You do the yard work, you take out the trash, you make sure we are safe. Every day.



When I tell you I need help, you help. When I cry, you try to fix it. When I explain that I need things done around the house in a certain time, you do it. You’re so “chill” all the time because someone in this house needs to be, and it sure as heck isn’t me. You’re the glue that holds us together. You’re the happy that makes us laugh when I am so stressed and overwhelmed. You’re the peace and comfort that makes this family complete.

I’m sorry for not communicating better, and for constantly being angry. It’s all about outlook. It’s all about how I’m going to tackle the day, whether or not I’m going to ask for help. It’s about explaining my feelings, expressing to you my worries, my stresses and my exhaustion, rather than bottling it up and holding it in only to get angry and lash out at you. It’s about loving you. It’s about forgiving your imperfections, just like you forgive mine.

I’m sorry for assuming the worst and taking you for granted.

-Your Wife

Dear husband,  Yesterday was hard ― like most days are, actually. 2

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