I took a few days to think, spend time with an ill child, and attempt to get some of my groove back. Regardless of what I write or my opinions, my intent is never to hurt another. I attempt to be conscious of how items might be taken and I know that sometimes I just have to laugh at myself for being so ridiculous.
Recently, my husbear shaved his beard. I have been not the nicest person to deal with and when I pondered further, I realized I was being a child and protesting his change of facial hair. I know, ridiculous. Granted he looks much younger than me when he shaves, and kissing becomes prickly….but I was more or less having a tantrum every time we discussed something…and really for no good reason. I had to look down deep and remind myself that he didn’t say a word against me when I gained my weight back. OUCH! I sucked for a few days.
I am looking deeper still to find the seed of my beard infatuation, as it didn’t start in my life until he came along….and to be honest, he didn’t have a beard when we met. When he first grew it, I was unsure but it soon became a great love for the look. I was already in love with the man.
Just remember we aren’t perfect and we need to be respectful, even when it is hard.