Living in a house full of boys is usually fun. They are messy. They fight, argue and yell. They are smelly sometimes, and they are gross sometimes. But for the most part it is fun.
But lately, it has become for difficult. And I think it is due to Mark and my difference in upbringing. I was brought up in an atmosphere where you talked to each other, truthfully. We could trust each other. And we loved each other enough to be honest and let each other become people that we liked and that we wanted to be. Mark was raised in a different atmosphere...and I believe this is my source of irritation.
He feels that there are some things better left unsaid. Ok, I can agree with that. But I also feel like it is vitally important to have open communication and not be afraid to say or tell something that is even just the least bit important in who you are and who you are becoming. I think it is important to share stories of our days together - especially since he misses so much of that time!
Bottom line is that it just really pisses me off that I can't be who I am. I can no longer say what is on my mind, or tell cute stories of what the kids did, because it may embarrass them. I am having a real hard time figuring out where I fit in.
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