One of the miserable hours

We’ve been on the road for several miserable hours. I’m not sure how we managed to hit traffic in three different towns, but we did. Just my luck ๐Ÿ˜‰

One of the miserable hours was spent in very heated conversation, followed by less heated, but tough conversation, followed by good dialogue.

The week had been building to this point, and we had another not so flattering moment this morning. And as always, one small, slightly unrelated thing triggered the floodgates. We’d both been hurting and both been holding back. We were both right in some things and wrong in others. But we wouldn’t have realized any of this if we hadn’t finally talked it all out.

And just like always, after the tears and frustration and apologies and give and take, I suddenly liked my husband a lot more than I did before we talked. I even smiled– and there had not been many of those today.

We’re still in the car. I’m glad not to be the one behind the wheel now. True, I had all the traffic, but I got all the daytime driving, too. Brian has the dark emptiness and my potential nap to contend with. Oh, and my car sickness from writing this blog post in the car ๐Ÿ˜‰

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