Our words are getting better. I am getting better at saying mine. Speaking calmly when something hurts my feelings, and remembering that what was done or said was not likely meant to hurt. He is getting better at not taking my hurt personally. He is also speaking his own words.
The Hubby and I fight. Less now than once, but plenty enough. It's usually the result of miscommunication. One or both of us get hurt feelings over something, and we escalate instead of talking calmly. I guess this is normal, whatever that means. Eventually, we find the right words, and the tension ends.
We are remembering to say the good things, as well as the bad. I'm not sure I can really explain how much of a difference that makes.
I don't feel unwanted when there isn't time. He tells me every day how much he wants me. He says clearly that he needs me. And he shows me. With kisses and hugs, with snuggles in bed, or petting my hair. There are less times that I feel he is distracted when we are together. I know that when we aren't together, he is thinking of me. All the time.
It feels good.
It feels good to be open to him emotionally. I'm not usually one to give freely of my weakness, but it's getting easier. It helps that he needs it from me. He tells me how he likes it.
We have our rough moments. But it's more noise and less substance. The good moments are growing. We are two trees in the sun, twisting together into one.