Letter#2 Don't you..Forget about me!!!

Marriage is many things. Easy is not one of them. To my husband...

Dear Husband,

I was mad at you. Not because you left the toliet seat up or snored all night. Nothing to do with the fact that I had to look in three different places for all of your laundry, and cleaned up three different messes while searching for said laundry. After many years of marriage,I have accepted your mess. (Remember I said accepted not love!) Husband, I was mad at you , because you forgot something. You forgot about me. No. You didn't forget to kiss me good-bye, or to tell me dinner was good. You told me you loved me today, and even managed to make me feel pretty. What you forgot was that I am more than just your wife.

I am the young girl who stood one morning and confessed to love you no matter what. I am the woman who three times faced childbirth to make us a family. I am the woman who held and comforted you the night our son died even though my own heart needed mending. I am the woman who finds strength time and time again when our marriage has needed it. I am the woman that no matter how many times you have walked out that door ,whether it be physically or mentally, I am here . I am the keeper of your home. I am the keeper of your heart. I am your helping hand. I am the other half of you. And you forgot that.

You forgot to speak gently, and to honor our love for each other. You didn't remember to be kind to our marriage. You forgot that I too am human and am allowed to be me. You forgot about me, my love. You treated me like a stranger in our home. You looked through me and only saw a wife...not your wife. And for that I was mad. But forgiveness is big around here. Lord knows you have forgiven me when I forget about you. So this morning I woke up in love. With you. My husband. The young man who stood one morning and vowed before God that he loved me and was going to take care of me. The man who held each one of our babies..alive or dead.. and confessed his love and protection for them. The man who leaves for work then turns back around to give me one more kiss. The man who always comes home to me. The keeper of my heart. My helping hand. The other half of me.

Love, Your Wife