We popped some popcorn and settled down to watch some TV and have a snuggle.
I felt so relaxed and happy.
And then he asked: “Don’t you love me just a little bit more?”
It startled me. So I asked him where that came from. And he said he had overheard me talking to Graham on the phone as I was getting out of the car earlier. He said he felt I wasn’t as warm in my voice as when I talk to him, and I hadn’t said “Love you” when we ended the call.
I admit – I felt so sorry for my husband. He must be feeling so insecure, so thirsty for validation to be holding on to straws like that.
I told him I love him very much. That he’s the father of my children and nobody else can take his place. He held me tight and said “But do you love me more? Isn’t our love special?”
I told him our love is special.