I have had this sort of experience often this week. I need to stop being so selfish and be more tolerant. I am such a brat, expecting The Craftsman to talk to me or remember what I said. It is not his thing.
So, in order to stop those angry eyes, I read. Or I go for a short walk. Or I cook. Then, I read. Thank goodness for books.
I am so fortunate. This has been a week full of time together. Last Saturday we spent the day at a car show (I read most of the time while he wandered around), the evening was spent at a movie with the boys. We had time to ourselves on Sunday night, when we watched a recorded TV show. (We ate out for lunch, too-The boys and grandma and the two of us!) Then, on Friday, The Craftsman and Strider went out for lunch and I got to go with them. That evening the three of us saw another movie and on Saturday night, The Craftsman and I ate dinner alone (he watched TV and I read) and later watched another recorded show together. Very special week of time.
My Angry Eyes are selfish and wrongful.