I had a moment today. Where I came to the realization that I am either very blessed, or quite the opposite, where my DH is concerned.
I go to cook breakfast, he comes in and takes over. I start to take out the garbage, he stops what he is doing and takes it out for me. I begin to do something else, he does it for me.
At the time, I took it as he could not possibly comprehend that I could actually do something on my own. Such as my son having to take anti-biotics for his finger thing that is currently going on... my DH had his alarm set on his phone so that when it went off, he would CALL ME and tell me it was time for my son to take his meds.
Most of the time, he had already taken them. Once, I was in the shower, almost done, ready to get out and give them to him, and my phone rang.. guess who?!
I feel so insecure at times that it could not be a good thing, but at the same time, he could only be trying to "help". At what point does someone's "helping" become a nuisance?
Maybe it is because I was so use to doing it all alone before. Married for 17 years then single for numerous years, well, might as well have been single all those years. But at the same time, when we dated, I told him I wanted someone to help, to be there for me to lean on and to allow me to lean when I need it.
LOL I feel as if I am being pulled into the lean, instead of it being voluntary.
So, writing this, I have come to the conclusion, I am most definitely blessed...
I am going to go crochet and watch football with my DH because he did the dishes for me so that I could enjoy my Sunday! Yes, I am blessed!
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