When we married some 16 years ago, I knew that he had a rough life coming up, I knew he had been incarcerated before, but most of the young people from his city had been, both young men and women. We were immediately attracted to one another, almost on a chemical level, like we had the same blood flowing though our veins.I could totally be myself around him. We laughed a lot and he was very attentive and protective and involved.
We had a whirlwind romance and we secretly felt sorry for other couples that couldn’t possibly relate on all the levels that we did. I was the happy housewife, popping out babes bi-yearly and he was the hardworking man of the house, passionately doing whatever he could to provide for his wife and kids. It was due to this passion and hard work, I thought, that was the reason for his periodic bad moods. What man does’nt occasionally come home from work and not want to be bothered. So, I would do my job. Hush up the kids, bring him his dinner, rub his shoulders and ask how his day was. He would grumble something, eat and go straight to bed. No problem, maybe with some snuggles and cuddles he would loosen up a bit. But no, this mood would last about 3 or 4 days after which, he would be his cheerful, playful self again. We were married for about 8 years before things would shift and change. Inside of me. I think the change really occurred inside of me. More later, insha’allah.