Saturday, November 19, 2011  "If Only You Were Different":
Owning Up to Resentment  I used to almost choke on my
resentment. I resented washing the dishes while my husband
watched TV. I resented getting up for a 3 a.m. feeding while my
husband slept. I resented having to shut down my computer in the
midst of writing a chapter because a toddler woke up early from
a nap. I resented my husband's family, who would arrive with
nothing but subtle judgement about my home and children. I
resented his freedom. I even resented his resentment. Around the
time I found myself resenting the fact that my husband was using
up oxygen that I thought should be mine...I finally acknowledged
that my marriage was in serious trouble. I was about to learn
exactly how serious. By the time I suggested marital
counselling, we'd both been simmering for years. Me choking back
resentment. Him expressing it in the form of multiple affairs,
which I "discovered" just a few weeks into our marital
counselling. In hindsight, I'd suspected for m