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Does your husband come late from office ?

Marriage is a beautiful thing that happens to us, isn't it? You find the man of your dreams, who fulfills all your desires and you love to spend the rest of your life with your soul mate. I'm married to a hard working man and I'm sure you also feel the same way for your husband. He, being hard working never bothered me, is a lie. I also work but somehow I rarely stretch my working hours. Contrary, I've seen days when my husband was coming home around 10.30 PM. I used to get restless in waiting so long for him. I used to feel when I needed him home early, he always comes late. It actually happened many times, at my first birthday after we got married, our first anniversary and even at one karwa chauth. I yelled over him when he was late because I was waiting for him to help me in karwa chauth pooja. I thought that he preferred spending time in office rather than caring for my fast.
But I was wrong. I was always wrong whenever I thought that his office matters to him more than his family. If he didn't work late, we would have not booked our own flat. If he doesn't work hard, we might not be able to run two and half families (ours, my in-laws and my parents). Because he always works hard and has worked late in his office, he's able to work from home these days. He's handling two jobs at the same time; working for office and helping his mother in looking after our 15 months old son. But if he works hard (or late) and faces a nagging wife (who could be I), it'll a lose-lose situation for him. I'm being selfish and a bad wife this way. Few days back, I had a homely conversation with my dear husband and then he put a point, that every working person goes through phases of being over loaded with work. If he/she manages to pass through those hard days, coming days get lots of bliss for the whole family.
Gist of what I want to convey is, sometimes you feel your husband's not giving enough time to you and your kids. He comes late from office; wants to watch TV instead of giving you/kids attention and at times doesn’t want to have dinner which you had prepared especially for him. So instead of getting furious over him, give it a second thought. He is offering you the most beautiful form of love there is. He works so his wife and kids can have a better life. He is working hard to get everything his family needs. His hard work is letting you and kids enjoy good fruits of life whereas he's picking sour ones for himself. No one likes to spend unnecessary time in office if he's a family person. But sometimes one needs to give "extra" today so that in future this extra can comfort him/her when the situation demands.
If you have a hard working man in your life and you can't comprehend how much he loves you, notice if he's having his breakfast/lunch/dinner properly. Notice if he's taking a sound sleep at night and see if how he's doing health wise. If he prefers work over breakfast/lunch/dinner, he's really working hard for the family. If he's not satisfied with his sleep, he's tensed even while sleeping (may be thinking about next day's office). Be with your husband. He needs you and your support. This "Late coming" phase shall pass and he'll be with you, as you always want him to be.



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