I miss my kitchen

I don't claim to be a kitchen goddess, but I can make a mean Sinigang (anything with tamarind soup). My cooking abilities are limited but my husband is surprised that I know what I'm doing. When we moved in, hubby agreed to buy stuff for the kitchen (except for the oven, haha!). My kitchen is almost complete, well at least with the basic stuff. I used to spend most of my time there during the first few months into getting married, so much so that hubby even agreed to put his old tv in the kitchen so I can get entertained. The space is small though that we had to attach it on the wall using a tv mount. Anyway, the past few months (well at least since we got back) were spent either outside or at the brothers' apartment. Or if we're here, we only sleep (late!), then wake up early the next day and leave again. Our time at home is just a small fraction of our weekly schedule. Oh well, the point is I miss my kitchen and I miss cooking stuff and I miss our dinners at home.

Insensitive.

In a previous post, I shared about how I stayed home all day and how sad I've become yesterday. I didn't eat anything. I didn't talk to anyone. Last night, when Ane arrived from the cemetery, I asked him if he was hungry. He said he wasn't and he didn't wanna eat too. Oh well, I was thinking of the Kare-kare my MIL gave us and thought it will be wasted if Ane won't eat (it still sits in the refrigerator, mind you). And then it struck me. I was being too insensitive! I know very well that my husband hates it when I cry and when I get depressed. Considering that what bothered me is a journey I was going through with him, he was affected too. And because I was being a selfish brat, it never occured to me earlier that he could be as upset as I was. I am annoying that way.

A few weeks ago, a badminton buddy asked me a question: In your marriage, who loves the other more? I was taken aback and never knew what to answer. And today, it finally hit me.

MY HUSBAND LOVES ME MORE...too much I'd say that I don't know what good I did to deserve him. Thank you Hunny for loving me like you do.