Haven't been writing...

I have actually be avoiding writing because....

Oh Come On. Surely you can guess...

I've been afraid. Shame shame.

I really don't have much to write about. Warren and I got in an fight this weekend. I'm not mentioning it because I am so traumatized and all that, but because it was such a singular experience. We never fight. We banter, we disagree, we argue, we ignore, we pretend, but we. do. not. ever. fight. This isn't due to our amazing ability to love one another so wholly we cant bring ourselves to scream. Nope. All the credit goes to my dear husband. He just never goes there. I do, pretty often, go there a handful of times a year. I never get too carried away though because he just starts ignoring me until I can talk about the issue like a human instead of a screaming she-ape. But his shell cracked. I think it has been weakening for some time anyway. He is becoming more emotionally fit, so to speak, and when you do that, you get angry when before you might have repressed it. But the shell cracking was my fault. I hit him. Right in the bicep. Good thing for me (not anyone else) that I was holding Matthew because my dear husband lost it. And then so did I. And then so did Matthew. That was how we got the thing resolved. We still haven't worked out the issue, but we sure as hell figured out a way to not fight like that anymore. Matthew was Traumatized. It ruined his whole weekend. Terrible.

However, Warren is pretty great about working through things. We aren't perfect at it, but we do try to not be mad at one another for very long. So we tried to work it out. And we concluded that we need to see a counselor. Which RELIVES me. In the best way. Warren is so less than excited about it, but my goodness, what a testament to the man that he is willing to try just because I want him to. I've got a good one.

For you twilighters who will know what Im talking about, I fully agree with Stephanie Meyer (in an interview I watched). There just is no such thing as an Edward. They don't exist except as a standard in our head's to make all other men fail by. There are, however, Jacob's. Yes, immature and imperfect, but willing and devoted. Ladies, let it be known. I have a Jacob.