Circumstances beyond our control always seem to butt into our perfectly happy dynamic. Work is most often that one little annoying factor that prevents us from being U/us.
Work takes over.
Exhaustion sets in.
R/roles are passively ignored.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
I mentioned to my Man that maybe we needed "a day". You know, A-DAY.
A day where my ass is so red and stripey that I can no longer passively ignore O/our roles in our home.
He says that I have been good.
He says that this whole past week I have been respectful and good with him, with the kids, all of it.
I droop in my seat.
In his eyes, yes, I have been a good wife. But in my eyes, I am in no way holding up my end of THIS dynamic. I am skating through by just not being an outright asshole. No more, no less. I am average (something that has never sat well with me). He feels that good enough is good enough right now. I disagree. I want him to expect more of me and of U/us.
There is no need to argue.
Sometimes maybe good enough really is good enough?
Does feeling that "good enough" is NOT good enough really mean that I am atelophobic!?