Was anyone else blissfully unaware of the reality of living with one person day in and day out? I really kind of thought it was like a tv show.
Me the happy homemaker/artist wearing my cute little 50's style dresses happily preparing my hubby's martini for him after a hard days work (again this is all being said with a very sarcastic tone). Him the ever devoted extremely motivated business man who rushes home at the end of the day to greet me with open arms.
Cut to reality and the fact that I am sitting alone in my new house furiously writing my husband an apology note via email. I have fallen short as a partner and I am not sure how to fix it. I am someone who struggles with depression while also having extreme focus issues. But the truth is I can talk about it until I am blue in the face but the only solution is to shut up and do my part!
Does anyone else feel they fall short at times? How do you manage to pick up your dignity while at the same time tuck under your tail and say, "I'm sorry baby?"