I shouldn’t have said anything. I have never been able to tell someone what was on my mind without it turning out badly. Why I thought this time would have been different, I’ll never know.What’s worse is that afterward, I was so nervous, I began shaking. Giving a bath to an already squirming baby made for an interesting time. Not to mention, I felt as if I did something wrong. Which is absurd, because I didn’t. Not to say that he did either, because he most certainly didn’t.
Just wish he didn’t want to.
Open mouth, insert foot.
Next time something is bothering me, I’m just going to keep it to myself. Because really, this morning turned out to be a miserable morning.
I just need to learn to get over my own insecurities. I just wish that I was enough for him. And it runs the entire gamut – from being hot enough for him, to being a good enough housekeeper. At least one of those things are easy enough to fix. Just need to get off my lazy ass and do it.
I’m actually torn between him knowing about this journal and reading it, to me not wanting him to see what’s on my mind.
I love and trust my husband completely, yet I don’t want to open up completely and be vulnerable.
