As one of the wives I have to say, I was very hurt at first that it took so many years for my husband to tell me.
He was so afraid when he told told me that he was trembling. I felt so bad that he was so afraid of me. I just held him and told him I loved him. Then we both cried.
Since then it has been up and down. Some days I think I am mad if he hasn't taken out the trash, or done the dishes or something like that but I am really mad about the dressing. It took me a while to realize that it was the dressing that was making me snap about other things because I felt I couldn't be mad about the dressing. It takes time, or so I'm told.
