I'm tired of the fighting. He's tired of the fighting.
But the fighting is the only thing that seems to bring progress. It is a battle, between him and me and between him and himself.
We had a good one on Monday this week and went to bed not really speaking.
But the next morning he got up and worked outside. Really hard. For the last three days he has been working his butt off mowing the lawn and chopping branches off of trees. And I've been really appreciative. It's good to feel like we are bearing the weight of our lives more evenly.
I wonder how long it will last and I keep checking in to make sure that he is recognizing his own effort and feeling good about it.
I'm reading a really good book right now that I recommend for those with "hearts at war". It's called The Anatomy of Peace.