“Babe, when was the hardest time of our marriage for you?”
“You first,” my husband said.
It was when he worked at a factory. It was supposed to be a 2 or 3 year gig, but it had turned out to be 15 years. We were both thankful for the job. It paid well. But it had also changed my outgoing, fun husband to a quiet, stoic guy who just made it through the day. I was losing the man I loved, even though I slept beside him. We made hard financial choices during that time, and eventually he went back to school. The guy I fell in love with re-emerged.
Then it was Richard’s turn to answer the question. His answers weren’t surprising.
But that discussion led to a deeper one. And aspects of that conversation surprised me. [Read more…]