Balance

I find it hard that my husband neither wants nor is willing to massage my muscles. In my brain, even if he doesn’t want to do it, he knows that I really would love for him to do it, and so he then, in a way, would want to do it. He also would understand the value of offering to do it, and would do so here and there. All because he knows how much it means to me, and he loves me and wants to express his love to me and to care for me. He, of course, does not offer, and only begrudgingly agrees to do it in increments of about two minutes every so many days, and only if I nearly beg in desperation.

So, that sucks.

But it has me wonder what I don’t do that he wishes I would. The reverse of my situation, his version of it. What does it suck for him that I am unwilling or not wanting to do that matters to him?

I actually asked him about this, but he didn’t have anything that came to mind. Naturally, he didn’t ask me the same question, yet I had several things that came to mind without trying… ::big sigh

😛

Post-a-day 2025