I wear it every day. The confident, competent, totally put together Super Mom mask. I get what NEEDS to be done, done. No one knows that on the inside I'm fighting a war and that I forgot to put a bra on this morning. So the girls are swinging free under my sweatshirt.
I don't know how to be me without my husband. He's been my other half for almost half of my life. I'm not sure how to be "just Michelle". Not "Michelle and Skip" or "Skip and Michelle" depending on which side of the family is talking.
"Familiarity breeds contempt."
Prov. People do not respect someone they know well enough to know his or her faults.
I think this may be the root of our problem. We both know each others faults so well that we've lost all respect for each other. Granted, we're also well aware of each others strengths and abilities. But they've come to pale in comparison to our faults.
Now I tend to be the kind of person who freely admits to my own faults. Eventually. My husband? Well... at the moment I think he's in his "I can do no wrong" mindset. Unable (or just unwilling) to see past his own grandeur. He's completely focused on MY shortcomings. Shortcomings that are pretty much a part of my genetic make up. I can control them to some extent but, being only human, I AM going to falter sometimes.