A Week of Love (Continued Part 3)

...as the business of being a wife and mother got well under way the responsibilities became heavier and heavier and I was often physically tired and emotionally drained.... just a couple of the side effects of having a family if a list exists.

The poor man who loved me.
In my eyes
....He did not come home early enough,
....he did not take me places often enough,
....he did not send me flowers,
....he did not say the things I wanted to hear,
....or do the things I wanted him to do and
....he would wait until late in the day to even think about what he was going to do for me.
After all, wasn't Valentine's Day the day for him to express his love to ME?

I was always sweet to him,
made his meals,
cleaned his clothes,
did all those special things for him
and
...it was me who gave him children!

He would come home happy to be there and immediately his attentions were directed to the children and the squeals of the children and his roar to scare them announced his arrival to me while I worked preparing for our meal.

I showered my attention on the children more and him less.
I made sure my children had the candy or sweet cards or little gifts
and
him just a card.

We both grew away from each other........and the years rolled on.

We were no longer so young but still we both had much to learn.

When would we ever learn?

To be continued...

Yes, I have tears in my eyes!!!!
Okay, really they are pouring down my cheeks. Oh, kids coming in.