sometimes I want to stab him with my fork

I'm not sure what I would do without Mr Smith. My life would be 10xs more exhausting for one thing. Not only do I count on him to do my math in his head, but he's my Mr Fix It - even when there is nothing he can fix. Him being there for me mentally, spiritually, physically or all three you name it - is a HUGE blessing in my life. Sometimes it might make Mr Smith feel like he is suffocating . . . I'd like to think I could still be slash am independent, but let's just say I really like depending on Mr Smith to pull me back into reality and help me fix whatever situation comes up. Even if I don't need his help, I still want him to know about it. I guess that's one reason why people get married. It's nice having a committed go-to person. I got a really handy one.

But sometimes I want to stab him with a fork.

Because although I want him there for support, let's just say his words are not always supportive. Or his ways are not always my ways. So we banter about who is being more foolish. And "welcome to marriage" except for those mind boggling children that say how they never heard their parents argue. I mean what? How is that possible? Do we define arguing differently? I mean I don't go slamming doors, but the tone of voice fluctuates . . .

Any way *insert argument over how we should have taken pictures about the house defects or why it takes you forever to come eat dinner when I say it's done*

Sometimes we both get bossy. stubborn. close-minded. But at the end of the day, I care about his opinion, his happiness and his love and I would do whatever it took to work it all out. But I ain't no "yes sir" kind of wife.

Now let's kiss and make up.

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