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Originally Posted by Phrozen Sands
Now it makes sense. I never looked at it from that perspective. How’d you figure that one out? You’ve been married for a minute so I guess it comes from experience.
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So, looking back on my first pregnancy, I realized just how hard it was, not just on me, but like on my husband too. I was hormonal, tired, uncomfortable, and honestly, not always the easiest person to be around. I’d get emotional over small things, lose my temper too fast, and even though I knew it wasn’t fair, sometimes I just couldn’t help it?
My husband isn’t the type to argue or guilt trip. He’s pretty reserved, and during that time, he stayed like, steady, not perfect, but steady. And I could tell it took effort for him to be that way, and I appreciated that more than I probably said out loud.
And then, what stood out to me was that he didn’t make me feel worse when I was already struggling. He didn’t try to fix everything or lecture me, he just stayed calm, listened, and gave me space when I needed it. It wasn’t always graceful, but it was consistent.
And then, at some point, I realized he was like, quietly carrying the weight of both of us in a way I hadn’t noticed before. While I was like totally caught up in the chaos of how I felt, he was focused on keeping things stable and together. And that hit me really hard, because that’s when I saw what emotional safety actually looked like. No over the top stuff or constant reassurance, just someone who chooses to stay grounded when it matters most. Know what I mean?
That’s when I started to really think about what it feels like to be married to me, especially when I’m not at my best. If that makes sense.
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Originally Posted by Phrozen Sands
What happened?
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So, my practice partner wanted to get a key for the bathroom at work. It’s just to prevent random people who aren’t clients to come in and use our bathroom. So, I suggested that we use like a code that people have to punch in order to use it. And then, she was like it’d be too expensive. I didn’t say anything, but I was not for doing the key thing. I didn’t know she knew me as well as she does. And I didn’t know my coworkers know me as well as they do. Long story short, whenever a client uses bathroom, which isn’t often, when they get done, they leave the key on the counter. So like, no one would put it back on the hook. They just left it out for me to do it just so they could watch me and laugh. So, they all had bets that I would use gloves to hang it back on the hook or use Kleenex or something. Well, I used Kleenex to pick it up. They all started laughing when I did. I’m like… ok, what’s the joke?
They can laugh at me, I don’t care. I am NOT touching that key. Ew!
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