"My Husband Doesn't Match My Expectations"
Understand a little of my feelings
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After having a baby there is a sweet bitter, bitter yes when midnight when these eyes again drowsiness the little whine, ask for a drink, again wetting it, again sultry or again uncomfortable, as a mother must be observant and dexterous to turn the brain. Husbands who care boro bantuin boro, little whining continues even we are angry, situations like this even make us more panicked and so rowdy, how not rowdy, even, the husband's clash just makes the child more cry, we are increasingly unable to control the child. It's good that yes meningan in justin, if the father also has no patience. If the father has patience the child will naturally calm down, there is an inner relationship. That's what I didn't get from my husband.
Tok.tok.tokk, a quintup of glass. There's my son's father. Crew..k door is open.
"Dinar.", my husband kept calling, his son still continued glaring with a flat expression. At the age of Dinar who is still 3 months his father always took the time to want to carry after work, just a few minutes. Immediately wash your face, change clothes, continue to sit in front of the computer playing games. I was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner, last afternoon Dinar was a bit fussy, I couldn't finish the house, laundry was piled up, Dinar's clothes were almost gone (all dirty), I couldn't do it, the mind can only think easily because Dinar is not fussy, so I can wash clothes.
" U.eek.uuekkk", Dinar cried. "look at this", full of anger. "just a moment, just hold on, I'm bothering again", 'a little more', I said while stirring my cooking.
in his arms, Dinar was still crying
"Don't shut him up. Carp this, leave that. Yesterday there was sister-in-law sok sok and you told me to go back, now the hassles themselves, hold it" my husband snapped at me, bringing up the past. Even though he did not know, maybe his sister was happy to return to the boarding place because she did not have to bother anymore, besides where the salary is enough to add 1 person for food costs, which is enough, my husband is still in the stage of work training, his salary has not gone up, not to mention the husband direct credit hp, because the old hp in the steal maling, hp is very important, for communication at work my husband.
My sister-in-law who used to live at home with me, is getting married, Dinar is 7 months old to be exact, I have filled 2nd child. I did not set the distance (probably because I did not understand, no one taught, either in-laws or my mother. Because it was 1 year I was empty not directly content after marriage, with that experience I did not Inject KB). Fortunately, the 2nd pregnancy is not many complaints like the first child yesterday, innately limp, do not like to smell the onion, not all food can be eaten. Pregnant this 2nd child, no nausea, or vomiting, all in the eating, free to move anyway. Even so, I am still troubled that Dinar cannot walk, where to carry.
"What gift will we give Nosta?, my husband told me. "Whatever", I replied. As the older brother of 6 brothers, my husband also had to show his responsibility, although not economically able, it must be forced. " Love HP only, credit again, because to buy cash or buy other gifts with cash where there is" I said to my husband. Indigenous party from the women should love Ulos, rice at least 5kg, 2 items ajapun I think is quite not to mention the installment of Hp later every month. It is not sincere that my husband is giving with family, if giving to my family, in showing his distress (never can) and indeed until now, never once did my husband give to my side (with the reason that you are a woman, a married woman is completely her husband's business), even before the birth yesterday I asked for money to buy a bed to Dad, with the reason that after the birth can make charcoal therapy, so that the mother quickly recovered as parents ordered. My husband knows I asked Dad for the money.
The day that awaited my sister-in-law Nosta's wedding, everything was prepared in-laws came and so did my mother. My mom I'm picking you up at the bus counter, I'm happy. Mom knows my hardship, mom comes bring rice from the village, I can use it for my handover at the party so I don't have to buy, save enough expenses, I also have to make up like a bride, I also have to make up, because my husband's position as the first child is also important in the customary procession. We all went to the boys' house including my mother, my in-laws left directly from the village with all their family entourage leaving the night before the party day.
"You are not far away, near me, Dinar was the same as Asti, Friska, or your mother" my husband said. " Don't want him" I replied. My husband glared furiously. Obviously Dinar did not want to be the same Asti, Friska or my mother, because yes indeed they rarely seen Dinar even this first new. My husband really does not understand but the pretentious who knows best, even angry angry.
She did not know already from this morning until noon I held Dinar, shoulders felt scuffed, back tired, not to mention 2 months pregnant to go to the bathroom aja hard, not to mention, kan is still 7 months in the tipped to the crybaby, diterpaksain cry because it has been very belet it must be removed, eat was hunted, hunted, not to mention I have to say hello to family guests ask already eat, say thank you, take care of my mother has eaten or not, because the position of the mother is far from me not 1 place. Want to cry it feels. When dating first, my husband is my confiding place I feel good and plok convey all my complaints, we dated for 7 years.
Now this burden is like my own burden, my husband also rationed my finances, want to shop for vegetable fish, yes given for a few days, not given for 1 month, even though for cigarettes he must be there, even in stock at home, because there are giving cigarette credit at work, pay his payday. It is not the lack of spending money or the state of the economy that is not yet established that is actually my problem, but the selfishness and lack of understanding of my husband that makes me very sad. If my husband understood a little and was welcome with my family, not counting. What I can do I can only give up, let it flow as time goes on.
