Well apparently i have control issues. I don’t like it when things happen that i can’t control or sort out to my liking and i tend to brood about them to the point where i drive myself nuts. I grew up in a controlling household. I was effectively controlled until i was in my early twenties and nowadays if someone else tries to tell me what to do, i will literally do the opposite, just because i can because once upon a time i had no choice but to be controlled (by a parent)
Tonight i’ve been stressed and if i’m honest, my nerves are still jangling a little but my husband has come home from work, he’s listened to me stress, enveloped me in his arms and gave me a big squishy hug, gave me a kiss and told me everything will be okay. That it’ll pass and i now feel a whole lot less stressed. We’ve been together a hell of a long time and i forget just how well he knows me and i forget sometimes that he’s my calm place, my voice of reason and that’s why i love him.
