You’ve just come home from a long day at work, hoping to find a happy home — and what you find makes you want to get back into the car and leave. Your wife is in tears, the baby is crying. The house is a mess, and forget about dinner. By now you know better than to ask how her day was. Her response is always the same. “I hate this ‘mother’ stuff. I don’t want to be anyone’s mother. I want my old life back. I want to be happy again.” You shrug, go to hold the baby, and wonder why your wife is feeling this way, why she’s not as happy as you are about the baby, and when she will snap out of it.
You’re not alone. I lived with this scene every day for two years. Every ounce of my patience was tested, but I kept hoping that things would be “normal” again. I focused on my baby daughter, the one in the midst of this mess, and kept telling myself I’d be there for her.
Slowly, slowly, my wife recovered from the illness. Today, we have that happy home we both always wanted. Be patient and tolerant. Remember, it will get better.
This story comes from Beyond the Blues, by Shoshana S. Bennett, and Pec Indman. To get a copy of this very helpful book visit www.beyondtheblues.com.