Valentine's Day has just passed us by. The Tiger is currently ill, but her classmates sent her a ton of cute little cards and candy (which were delicious), and HFL mama made sure, she and the animals didn't forget to send her some cards and kisses too. Despite being sick, she enjoyed herself.
Me not so much.
Not because of anything to do with my relationship or a lack of candy and flowers but because of a plethora of anti love messaging on FB and a nasty statistic that popped up, while I was surfing the web. It said something like 80 percent of special needs parents marriages end in divorce. I found that pretty disturbing and I really hope that it's not accurate, but logically I understand how it could be that high.
Obviously, there's more expense, stress and work involved in raising a special kid and despite all those touching posters about special kids being given to special people, the fact is, I'm not special. Sometimes doing what is best for Tiger has not been what was best for our marriage. Thankfully my husband and I had already weathered a few major storms before Tiger came along, any one of which could have led to Splitsville.
We've been through, serious injuries, job losses, career changes, returning to school, purchasing, renovating and selling houses, infertility, miscarriage and now special needs parenting. There is no way I'm going to soap box about how to maintain or save your marriage because I don't know you.
But I digress, what I wanted to say is wowzers! I don't want to contribute to that statistic and maybe I'll make sure the man knows how much I adore him tonight. I'll start with some buttermilk biscuits because reaching the heart through his stomach is a cliché for a reason.
The High Functioning Life, where the GPS is busted but we still need to find our way,
hopefully together.
HFL Mama.
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