I am sorry if I have treated you poorly over the last few days. I love you, and I continue to find new things about you that make me stand back and think about how lucky I am to have you. [I should have inserted something about cocker spaniel hair here 
] I didn’t mean to get mad at you last night for telling me something as simple as throwing something away. I was just hurt that you said you had a busy day and didn’t feel like cleaning up after me because it made me feel that I didn’t do any work. It doesn’t matter now. I was over-reacting, and I am sorry.
I think we should do something fun tonight. Maybe a drink is in order.
No related posts.
Please don’t ever think I think you don’t work hard. I actually think the total opposite. Plus, you go to school as well.
I just like things so and that makes me happy. I like it when you do things voluntarily (big or small) to make me happy. I know picking up trash, making the bed, cutting the lawn, unloading the dishwasher aren’t things you equate with happiness, but they appease my inner, obsessive self. And that gives me a calm and content feeling. Yep, you married a crazy woman.
But a crazy woman that loves you to pieces.