We've been pretty quiet about it, but now that it's real and set in motion, I feel like I can let it out there. I was afraid before that I would jinx any possibility of a different outcome by mentioning it, but I think that's not going to be the case.
A few weeks ago, Josh was informed that he will be transitioned from an hourly employee to a salaried one. While this has it's benefits, Josh was able to work a significant amount of overtime as an hourly employee. Being salaried, we will no longer be able to get that extra income. As you can imagine, the last few weeks have been scary in our house. And tense. And things being said that weren't meant, or perceived in ways not intended.
Yesterday was a particularly bad day. I said some things that made Josh feel, well, small. It was not my intention at all to do that. I would never purposely condescend my husband. But I did. And I couldn't figure out why I kept saying things that made him hurt so much.
I talked with my mom some last night and went to bed in a prayerful state. Grateful for my mom's ears and knowing that she, too, would be praying for us. This morning she asked how I was doing. This was my response.