Three nights ago I lost my cool. It was a rough day dealing with work, the kind of day that makes me want to call it quits for good. And then, Carina spilt soup on herself, the dining chair and floor - adding to the mess that needed cleaning. Feeling frustrated, I raised my voice at Carina and she cried. I felt really terrible after, for letting out all my pent up frustrations at her. I watched her sleep that night, holding on to her hand, thankful that she is forgiving, praying in my heart that she would find happiness in her life and in her future marriage, a man that would love her unconditionally and treat her with respect. 

All I needed was a little act of kindness, of empathy, of respect; proof that I am not alone and that we have equal responsibility in this journey of marriage and parenthood. Instead, I'm given apathy and silent treatment.

Never go to bed angry and with unresolved issues - thats what our premarital counsellor advised us. Yet we have slept with anger and bitterness for 3 nights, my eyes tired from tears. The tears flow even as I pen my thoughts and feelings. 

Will this silent treatment end? Will love overcome pride?

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