It should be happiness

Skinny and I are back on the same page again. One of the things that humors me about our "fights" are they are so quick and so silly. I get upset over things like "Using the decorative towels" or "leaving the fryer out overnight in the rain when I told you to take it inside." He gets upset over things like "How I describe making skewers."

They aren't real fights. They're real to us but it's not real fights.

This weekend we went over to a friends house. I'm friends with the wife, Skinny is friends with the husband. The wife is the breadwinner, bringing in twice as much as the husband. The wife pays the majority of the bills. The husband uses his money to buy toys-legos, warhammer, etc. We got there and the wife had been cleaning. She got up early and cleaned. Wife and I went window shopping and I took her out to lunch. When we got back, she continued doing laundry. After a while, she asked me to help her move a mattress. I asked Skinny to help us move it before the boys went to lunch and the husband complained that we made them late. I also asked Skinny to bring us something sweet after their lunch. Later that evening, the guys were still playing their game so she made her husband dinner. He didn't want to come downstairs yet so the girls went for a walk. As soon as Skinny won the game, the husband came downstairs and started eating (this was at 9pm).

What you might notice is how much the woman carries the two of them. She cooks, cleans, puts money in the bank account. She has a lot of pressure. and now...She's pregnant.

Normally, when people tell me they're expecting, I'm happy. This time, I'm nervous.

I got in the car and looked at Skinny and said "I love you." He said he felt the same way. We like how our relationship works. Even though we might be mad at each other or say stupid things-overall we're a team. We have a team mindset. I have no hard feelings towards Skinny about anything. Yes I make more. Yes I do more housework but he does more yard work. He works harder. I don't think of income as my money. It's our money. It's not my kitchen or his yard. It's our house and our property.

Except the cat. He gets the cat ;)