Early this morning, Ben and I had such a sweet time talking – coffee for him, hot tea for me. We were reminiscing, sharing funny thoughts. . . it was one of those great mornings together before we rushed off to start the day. As we were talking, Ben told me I was a good wife. What a wonderfully sweet thing to say.
It should have put a smile on my face to receive such a compliment from him – the only qualified judge of that. But it didn’t. I started to tear up and told him I didn’t believe him. And I really didn’t. I just felt guilty. I told him of all the things around the house I hadn’t finished, the chores I was behind on, the things I hadn’t accomplished, the lack of time I had to focus on doing stuff for him – all qualifying me as a “bad wife.”
Have you ever felt like that? That your success or failure all depends on [Read more...]