Neil’s been my valentine 13 times now. I think. I’m really bad at math. Which is weird, because I used to be pretty good at it. Apparently my brain’s just crapped out on me since high school.
Anyway, I love Neil. He’s a good one.
Once, we had a fight, and like usual, we ignored each other for awhile. We are chronic ignorers during fights. We pretty much always “let the sun go down on our anger” (even though I’m always praying when I go to sleep that neither of us will die because I never want those mean things I said to be my last words to my husband). Anyway, this one time that we had a fight, Neil left for work the next morning and we still hadn’t really made eye contact or exchanged any words.
A couple hours later he texted me.
“I’m sorry that I pretended that I was sleeping so that I didn’t have to talk to you last nite.”
And it made me laugh. We’re not the best at fighting, and sometimes we have little stretches where we fight a lot, but we love each other, and we’ll always stick together, even if we’re not talking to each other.
Right now we’re not fighting much. We’re in a good and happy place, even though it’s so busy and often overwhelming. Neil’s got my back, and I’ve got his.
Happy valentine’s day man.
(all my valentines!)