Lucky me

Poor Eric. He was so tired and all he wanted was to go to sleep but I convinced him to come over to Jimmy and Kay's house for dinner and Taboo (the best game in the world). He obliged and when he wasn't as lively and fun as I wanted him to be, I freaked out. When we got home and went to bed, I stayed awake worrying and thinking and obsessing. It's as though I expect every aspect of our relationship to be perfect just because we're engaged now. I thought we were through the stress that dating brings because saying yes forever would somehow be easier than not knowing your fate as a couple. But it's not easier and relationships, no matter how serious, committed and loving, take a lot of work. So I woke him up and told him what was bothering me and listened and held me and tried not to fall back asleep. He said he was sorry and that he was preoccupied all evening because he had work to finish up and hadn't gotten to it because of the plans I'd made. He didn't accuse me of anything because he never does. He went along with me plans because he loves me and wanted to spend time with me regardless of whether or not it involved other people.
Today at work women were telling stories of how their husbands expect them to cook dinner every night, pack their lunches every morning and iron their clothes every week. Eric wouldn't dream of asking me to do these things because he takes care of them himself, as he should. We have certain chores we handle and the housework gets done just fine. We take care of ourselves and we take care of each other when we need to . When he was busy with schoolwork the other day I ironed his shirts for him and he seemed so touched. Even though we say the words to each other several times a day, I wanted to show him I love him. I'm lucky and I need to remember it more often.