A Simple Thank You Goes A Long Way

Jul 21, 2010

One of the biggest relationship killers (well at least in my opinion¹) is often taking your significant other for granted. The little things done out of love are expected and overlooked which often results in resentment.

For the most part, while I wouldn’t say I resent Robby, he is hurting me with his attitude of late. When he makes dinner every night I make a point to say thank you because I realize he doesn’t have to and he does it because he enjoys it and loves me. Now I will openly admit that I didn’t always use to thank him for his actions, but after a few tiffs here and there and his continual mention of feeling unappreciated for making dinner, I made more of an effort to recognize what he does.

I can’t say the same for him when it comes to me and it hurts. A LOT.

Yesterday when he came home and saw that the leftovers from last night had not been put away, he started slamming drawers and cabinets which only lead to my anger and frustration so I told him to just forget it and not worry about making dinner. He stormed off in a huff saying, “FINE!” and went upstairs.

After I calmed down, I went upstairs to talk to him and told him that he acts more like a girl then I do because instead of just telling me what’s wrong he starts slamming shit which only serves to piss me off. So he says to me, “I asked you to put the food away last night.” and I said, “Um, I didn’t hear you say that.” and he follows by saying, “Well, I said that and you all got up and so I assumed you had heard me.” I laughed and said, “We all got up to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen because you had cooked dinner.”

Finally we were able to resolve that little issue, but then he and I got into it again later and to be honest I’m not even sure what it was about, but his negative attitude and lack of appreciation for what does get done finally took its toll and I broke down crying last night while he slept. I just feel like what I do it’s never good enough. I can do one thing but it doesn’t matter because that didn’t get done so it negates any of the effort that I put in.

I’m just tired and hurt and fed up of feeling like it’s never enough, more specifically I’m never enough. A thank you goes a long way and I don’t think that it’s too much to ask—but maybe I’m wrong?

1. Cause we know mine’s the only one that counts.