Bump.


Whenever my husband and I hit a rocky patch, I quickly dissolve. I presume that the worst days are back, and I need to get ready for a hurricane to hit my life.

We have had a rough couple of days with stupid communication issues. I’m not sure why or what is going on, but I’m pretty sure that it’s not a return to the chaos of active addiction. My response, though, emotionally, is to head down into the basement for safety.

I wonder when I’ll start being able to tolerate little bumps without going into full disaster mode?

I keep telling myself, “There’s those people in Haiti.” These little bumps are nothing, and I react as if I am surviving a giant trauma.

I’m not. I’m married, and I’m experiencing the things that married people experience. It’ all going to be ok.

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  1. Mary

    I saw this today and it really struck a note. I am on the other end of the stick. My husband is the one who does not have comfort. All I know is that it scares me to see how much lasting pain i have caused him. I pray that your bumps have gotten easier to handle.

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