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My Side of the Story

I had a minor surgery half a month ago and my recovery was way too slow. There was a whole lot of things left on my side, like picking up my mom in Vancouver, packing, selling most of my furniture,  moving and unpacking, while I was having problems getting around. I never felt that helpless before.

He did ask if  I was able to handle this and that mostly on my own. I said I could, but I overestimated my availability. I tried my best to think and act independently, as always, and I never bothered him while he was at work. I only assigned some easy tasks to him when he got home. Then I felt exhausted after these days. Then I started to blame him. Why you wouldn't leave your work for just half a day to pick up my mom at the airport? Why you wouldn't come to Victoria to help me move on Saturday while you could? Why you wouldn't unpack everything and do all the organization after we moved in together?

His Side of the Story

She said she wanted to have the surgery done asap. Although I reminded (or even warned) her all the possible results after the surgery, still she decided to proceed with it. She planned on picking up her mom like a month ago and suddenly she said she didn't want to come. She said quite a few friends would help with moving so it was okay if I didn't go. I felt asleep on my way home every day because I was too tired after a whole day's work. When I got home, it was always a little bit of this and a little bit of that and then, time for bed!

She suddenly started to blame, saying that I wasn't helping. Admittedly, she and her mom have been doing all kinds of housework since her mom came and they were exhausted. I was exhausted too. I work all day long and I ain't hanging around or doing nothing after work. Why can't you see my effort and blame me for what I haven't done or didn't do?

Happy Ending

Remember the bad feeling you once experienced just to find him (her) fall asleep in the middle of a fight?  We both fell asleep immediately after our fight (or to say, communication). He actually fell asleep before I started the fight and was woken up to get involved. Last night was silly and exhausting. We are still learning how to get along after three and a half years of marriage.

We are most happy when we are at sleep. Wait a sec, no, don't take dumbness for happiness. You stop thinking during sleep, that's why you can't feel anything. Being too independent isn't my fault and being respectful of my independence isn't his fault either. The only lesson I learnt from last night was nothing good happens after midnight. You agree, honey?