"Move!" That was the statement that started the battle between me and Fiance.
He walked over to my 8-year old, who was playing on my iPad and said, "Move!" My son frowned and looked at Fiance and then at me, and I softly said, "He meant excuse me, but move J." Fiance became angered and said, "No, I didn't."
Then, it was on.
His point: In my home, children can have the entire house, but my bedroom is my oasis.
My point: I work hard to teach the boys to be respectful toward me, each other, and everyone else. Talking to them like undoes all my hard work.
I'm not backing down.
He's on one side of the bed, and I'm on the other, and this is the way it's going to be until he finds it within himself to see things my way.
Here's the funny: Today, we went to marriage counseling at the church. And it went well. We smiled, the pastor smiled, and we felt good about being a component of this happy couple. We got done and went about our days and all was good. And at some point we arrived at the point where I heard Frank tell my son, "Move!" and it all went downhill. Well, he didn't EXACTLY apologize, but he gave me what I needed and we are talking again.
Lord, help this marriage! I think I can hang on.