Jason came home from work, and for a while we didn't talk. He didn't kiss me when he came home. I could hardly look at him.
We were distant. I could feel the tension. It was awful.
We were going to have our talk. I didn't know if DD would be over for us, but I was hopeful we could work through this. I had resigned myself to the fact that whatever happened, we loved each other, and we would weather this no matter what.
Finally, after about an hour, he smiled at me. He gestured for me to come over to him. I fairly flew into his arms.
We talked. I said all I had to say. He said all he had to say.
All is not over. We are not throwing in the towel.
We have issues to work on...but we will work on those issues together.
I ended up over his knee by the end of the night, and I've never been more relieved to hear the words, "You're getting a spanking."
Is everything perfect? Not by a long shot. There was anger. There was hurt. There were tears.
But by the end of the night, I was in his arms and he was holding me.
We have a long way to go. And maybe we will never "arrive." Maybe it's all about the journey.
Some days I feel like we take two steps forward and one step back, but at least we take those steps together.