We had another marriage meeting last night (still haven’t thought of anything clever to call it), wherein I basically said the above.
He’s confused, and I probably didn’t really word that quite right.
You see, it’s not that I don’t appreciate everything you do, honey… I love how great of a dad you are, I love that you take care of me when I need it, I love that you provide for us, and I wouldn’t trade any of that for anything in the world. I just need you to take me across your knee and spank the shit out of me when I start to get out of control. Because somehow that makes me feel more in control. Or if not, just tell me STFU. I talk too much.
Make sense?
(I tried to find an “innocent blinky” type gif to put here, but it just reminded me of Doctor Who, because we watched “Blink” two days ago, and now I want to go hide under my bed with a flashlight.)
And I know what you need from me, and I’m working on that. I’m not sure how, but I am.
Love you dear.
XOXO
