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It goes both ways...

Everyone leads you to believe that it is all about the woman. If she isn't happy, no one is happy. Things are done for her, and all that other crap. Sure it might go that way and I admit, to some extent it is that way in my household. (I am high maintenance, it goes without saying.)

But listen closely, I am here today to tell you that it runs both ways boys. We are just as miserable as you are when the shoe is on the other foot. Of course you have no taste in shoes so that would be one reason we are unhappy. (Interpretation: I wouldn't want to wear your shoes.)

For the past two or so days my husband has been doing nothing but stomping around, grumbling about time, cursing when he doesn't think anyone can hear him and crawling into bed late at night saying "Don't touch me." I know, so pathetic. But I do love him so and hate to see him stretched so thin. He really does do it to himself though. Just like all of us women do.

We try to do everything for everyone else but ourselves. Make sure our kids and husbands are happy and healthy, our home clean, clothes laundered, gardens looking beautiful (I have a black thumb so this is a little challenging for me.) and on top of that we work at trying to be employee of the year, century, whatever...And on those specific days we explode. We scream to the heavens and say we can't do this anymore! I need my me time! I need to go shopping, or sit in a corner undisturbed and read a book.

And it happens. Everyone shifts so that things can happen that bring sanity back and happiness reins once again.

Back to what I was saying, it runs both ways. I want to go scream at my husband and tell him that I rearranged schedules so that he can get done what he needs to, that I took a certain project off his plate to give him just a bit more time, and holy cow, go ride your bike for just an hour to vent some steam...PLEASE!!! You don't have to ride for 4 hours to get out, it can be a measly hour long, 1/2 hour long ride, just get out.

Or maybe....

it doesn't run both ways. There is the slight possibility that because we think we need to do all this for you, in turn we are making ourselves unhappy, which then makes you unhappy, and everyone else unhappy. Wow, talk about a circle, this whole situation seems like a black hole that is going to suck us in at any minute.

I have a headache now.

The husband and wife revolve around each other, their revolutions form a perfect circle. When it goes off balance it wobbles and it is each others love for the other that brings it back into that circle.

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