Almost six years out...and all the work is paying off.
We say here sometimes that the WS needs to learn to give more--it's not that they aren't getting enough, it's that they aren't giving enough. And Lord knows I hate to need someone. He has learned the joy of giving and I have learned how to lean on him.
A few days ago, I thought I had screwed up royally, costing us $50K. (A long story, not worth repeating, it all turned out fine. Why do all these mistaken bills arrive on a weekend? )
Used to, I would have handled it myself until I had to tell him. But I realized that I needed him. I poured out my fears and he......supported me.
He said it was an honest mistake, that the important thing was that we loved each other and that everyone was healthy. That if my fears were true we would handle it. And when I continued to freak out, he had patience.
I love him, I trust him, I lean on him. He is a rock for me. More than he ever was before. In the past, he would blame me.
It's a lot of sweat and tears and agony for YEARS and he was not a model WS, but I don't regret reconciling.