Not What You'd Expect
Tempers flaring, we stood toe-to-toe. "Well, what did you expect? " He roared. "Not this! " Tears pooled in my eyes. I stormed away and locked myself in our room. I don't even remember what we were fighting about that day, only how I felt when my expectations had not been met. I felt like he just didn't care. I was disappointed. In all my years of marriage, I have come to understand one thing. Every single frustration, no matter what it's about or the degree of emotional turmoil, always boils down to one thing: unmet expectations. I expected one thing to happen, and it didn't...or I didn't expect something to happen, and it did. Plain and simple. I expected a card for Mother's Day. He forgot. I expected him to let me sleep late on Saturday. He woke me up before the sunrise. I expected him to put his dirty dishes in the sink before he ...