I was looking forward to doing Sunday Six with the boys this week, Kelly has awesome Questions up all bout the Oscars. But something more important has come up.
Sure I feel a certain amount of shame in admitting that this ... problem exists, and particularly that it exists in my own home. But maybe by talking about it, we can solve this ... issue.
I don't feel comfortable reporting it to my family doctor, what if they decide to dig deeper to see if the children are fine, how embarrassing would that be!! They are fine, so don't worry! And even though Health Care is covered here in Canada, Mental Health Care is not, and I could never afford the fees a counselor would charge. So I'm going to lay on this couch and tell you my woes and you all can be my Shrink, OK?
But don't send me a bill, I won't pay it.
Lets see. Lets start with the fact that just last night there was a punch to the face, a knee to the small of the back and an elbow rammed between the shoulder blades of that same, very sore, back. Thankfully nothing was broken and there are no bruises to cover up, although, being winter time, no one looks twice when you wear bulky long sleeved sweaters and turtlenecks.
So How do we get past this problem? Even when all of this is happening, I still love him. He is a good provider, he is great with the kids, and hey, lets face it, he is amazing in bed.
I just don't like the hitting. And frankly I don't think he likes it anymore then I do, It just seems to happen.
This morning during the customary apology that follows nights like the last, I couldn't help but think in the back of my mind, that he deserved it.
Maybe this will teach him to take my side of the bed instead of trying to reclaim his side after I have fallen asleep on it.
Labels: I'm Important Too