I love being a Mom. I really do. I can't think of anything else I'd rather be.
I'm more than just a mom though.
I'm still a woman and a wife.
My husband forgot that somewhere along the way.
He stopped touching, romancing and wooing me.
Most nights he would fall asleep on the couch watching TV way after I would go to bed.
With him not working the past month and us in financial shambles we've been fighting a lot more too which doesn't help the situation.
I can say that since the Jellybean has been born I don't need more than 2 hands to count the number of intimate encounters we have had.
I need more than that.
So I have told him.
And kept telling him.
I need to be touched.
I need you to bring some romance back in.
I know you're depressed and upset and struggling.
But I can't save a sinking ship alone.
We have to get through this together.
But if you have checked out emotionally, physically and mentally - it ain't going to happen buddy.
So now he knows what he needs to do. Not because I feel that the effort needs to be only his but because he rejected me so many times when I tried that I refuse to initiate this.
It's his responsibility to Remind Me why I fell in love with him.
Remind Me of who you use to be.
Remind Me of what we use to be.
Remind Me of what we're going to be.
Remind Me that we're going to make it through this too.
This post is linked up with Shell as part of Pour Your Heart Out Wednesdays.