Frustrations had reached a new level in our relationship. One word described the atmosphere between us. Tense. Every attempt at conversation ended in some sort of disagreement. It became expected, part of the routine. Pretty soon we realized avoidance was the best answer. But all I really wanted was for things to be ok again. Calm, good, agreeable.
Nothing hurts like the pain of being at odds with someone I love. Just the word conflict makes me cringe. And honestly I don’t like to talk about it. In fact, I hesitated when writing about this. Every time I tried to begin, shame crept in and caused me to question whether I’m a good mom, wife, daughter, or sister…
