About two years ago, my husband and I went through a significant rough patch in our marriage. In the midst of working our way through it, Hubz began reading my blogs. I had three to four years worth of consistent content across two blogs and my business site. He’d never read a single post.
As he began to invest time into reading my work, each day he would come home in awe of what he’d read. One evening he returned home and said, “I love what you write and it makes me want to be student of you–I feel like I am dating you all over again… learning all about you.”
I was surprised because how could he not know me? I mean we live together, parent together, sleep together, and talk together–everyday. Yet, he was shocked to read I was crying in the shower, feeling overwhelmed by motherhood, and finding the profoundest, tenderest moments in the crevices of my days.
Blogging is a space for me to pour out what is on my mind and heart… to experiment with my expression, to wrestle with my thoughts, to discover the meaning behind how I feel, and to engage the public in hearty discussion. I communicate differently and deeply and honestly here. I mean… I’m a writer.
It’s through my writing where I reveal my language. And for my husband, my blog posts are where he discovered how to communicate with me.
He is one of my most faithful readers now. I never know what or when he reads until I see a comment notification from him. And my heart gets all fluttery and my face gets a goofy smile when I see his name. I am excited to read his thoughts and encouragement. His comments open the door for quality pillow-talk discussions, loving texts randomly through out my day, and the safety to cry, laugh, or vent freely– because I know he gets my heart.
If your love has a blog– read it. Comment on it. Talk about it. And if you, dear reader, are the writer wishing your significant other could just understand… put your blog in his/her bookmarks bar and let them know it’s there for their reading pleasure. 🙂