So I go find him…approach and ask him what he was doing. We had small talk for a minute…and I escaped, berating myself for being a coward.
Yo-yo up and down….Wife in and out…
I escaped to the bedroom and gave myself another internal pep talk…determined…I went and found dh again…and I don’t even ask anything this time…I just hug him and leave.
Just call me the yo-yo wife…
More internal berating. It should not be this HARD to ask. I am supposed to ask. I am expected to ask. And I just can’t. More internal despair. Jeeezzzz, I am such a wimp.
So I approach again and hug him and mutter something about help and other intelligible words…and he gets it. He leads me into our room.
I am relieved…but I still feel like a yo-yo.