Dear Husband, I Am Struggling

Dear Husband,

I am struggling. The load I carry as a wife, mom, employee, daughter, friend, cook, housekeeper, taxi driver, nurse, activities coordinator, judge, warden, referee, hairdresser, manager, etc. is usually more than I can bear.

But, you can’t fix it. I know you want to. I know you think that if you take a few of these balls that I’m juggling I will be okay. But I won’t. Because it’s not the balls that are the problem, it’s much deeper than that.

My load is not just a list of chores, responsibilities, and jobs. It’s mental: the things I need to remember, the regrets I have, and the dreams I dream. It has cluttered my brain and ruined my focus. It is incredibly frustrating and the demands inside shout much louder than any external voice. I know you don’t understand but it is normal. And, though pushing through is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, it is worth it. For you. For our family. For us.


Kristal Black
Kristal Blackhttps://wearezero2five.com
We went from zero to five kids overnight through the miracle of foster care and adoption. Now, we are learning how to be parents while our kids are learning to be a part of a family. Follow along on our adventures as we seek to encourage others in foster care, adoption or are curious about foster care and adoption.

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