I am a fairly prolific Facebook poster and I know that sometimes my FB friends get to learn way more about what is on my mind than they want to, but I am also a firm believer that there are certain things that should not be posted. I will never post when my family is gone on vacation. I might as well say “Hey world! Our house is unoccupied! Feel free to come and take whatever you want! Oh, and sweep the floor while you’re at it, would ya?” I will never post compromising photos of myself. Because they don’t exist. And I will never post updates about arguments with my husband for all the world to see. In my humble opinion, those kinds of problems belong behind closed doors or with my girlfriends over glasses of appletinis.
That being said, I am going to share about a recent incident between my husband and I so that others can learn from my ridiculously ineffective communication strategies thereby vastly improving their own relationships. I’m like Dr. Phil over here. But with more hair. Continue reading