I watched my husband sleep on the sofa and felt protective and irritated

Dear Delyara, He looked exhausted. I know he was. So I covered him with a blanket and stood there for a second feeling both tenderness and resentment. Tenderness because I love him. Resentment because his tiredness gets to be visible so much more easily than mine. That’s marriage for me sometimes. Not one feeling. Several truths standing in the same room together, all real.