Easter Sunday

4^th April 2010

Easter Sunday, I’m packing mine and Sophia’s bags to visit my mum up north. She has a hospital appointment and wants me to be there. Steve is staying home because of work. Yes I must admit I am nervous about going, but I need time away. Somehow I have to build the trust back up in our marriage and find a way of dealing with my suspicious mind.

Men do have a way of turning things back on you. Even though you know what you are feeling is down to them.

Lately Steve has totally changed he actually washed the pots on Friday, which I found amusing because I was outside sorting the rubbish out in the cold. They say, ‘Don’t count your chicks till they have hatched’. I know it is only a matter of time before he reverts back. I should not be negative and be thankful, but Steve is Steve forever saying how women should be told. I did ask what was up with him to do the pots. Bad move to do that, I know, but I am entitled to a answer of sorts.

“What sort of question is that?” he replied calmly while sifting through the soap suds.

“I am asking you that’s all.” I wait on his reply while I tie a rubbish bag ready for outside.

“I felt like doing it.” He signals me to leave the kitchen.

Some would say I was searching for confrontation by even questioning him, but no.

  

Ok ladies his real motive is the computer is playing up and he has had a few days off work. Plus when people come round he needs to say he does something in the house. Now I say this with laughter not annoyance. Bless him he did cook that day too and he did not pickle the fish in curry powder. He was actually making an effort for me, which was really nice.

But I think he is buttering me up because again he has time away from Sophia and I don’t. Men can be so blind to the fact that we are one step ahead of them, but the opposite argument is. He has not had any time away from home or work since moving in together.