I love her, she loves me, we get married, have sex, then babies, babies became boys and girls and now boys and girls become young teens and suddenly we realized that marriage or parenthood was not that rosy.
Ok, don't get me wrong, I have no problem about my marriage and as parent, it is about something i would like to share as a husband and a father, which suddenly struck me yesterday evening.
I went for my 1 and half hour run yesterday, done with it, it was already 6.45 PM, usually at this time i would wait for my lovely wife down at my apartment to help her to carry her PC and some stuffs after a hard day's work.
Whenever i am done with running, i would like to have a few beers sometimes enjoyed together with my lovely wife, just to chill out and the problem is Jovial does not like it and he will always shows us his displeasing look and begins to act nonchalantly towards me.
When this happens, I get mad but yesterday it suddenly dawned upon me that if i got mad at Jo,it will spoil the mood of my lovely wife and tense atmosphere would prevail. I really did not want to do that for i knew after a hard day's work, all my lovely wife wanted was a calm and soothing air for her to breathe.
I say it again, it is not easy being a working mom, so many emails to read, so many problems waiting to be resolved, so much of children's homework to be worried about and worst still if my lovely wife still have to worry about my untimely and capricious erupt of my anger, then i think she will have no air to breathe, no air to relax and no air to have a nice remaining evening to rest her tired body,mind and soul.
Therefore, I cannot be selfish enough to get myself worked up with anger and malaise,thus toss my lovely wife into the web filled with thunderbolts of uneasiness and frustration, just because my "happy hour" is spoiled, i just can't be that selfish, can I?
Sometimes, it is really not nice to "hurt" someone with our own selfishness, moreover it would only be cool to let our spouse to have some pleasant air to breathe instead of being chocked and suffocate herself with no air, no air.
P/S : Sometimes it is less of me, more of her for she deserves better