![]() To push through this exhausting time, I found myself falling back into the old habits I was raised with – withdrawing into myself and not being very emotionally engaged with my family. But with a one-way hour commute to and from work paired with ten hour plus workdays, he wasn’t able to shoulder as much of the family labor. My husband, wonderful man that he is, did his best to be an active father. To top it all off, I was only a year into my freelance writing career, adding that stress to my already full plate. All my glossy ideas of family life were scattered between loads of laundry, constant meal prep, diaper changes, potty training accidents, and the rest of the overwhelming responsibility of raising a young family. ![]() No mom-of-the-year trophy for meīy the time my eldest daughter was 5 years old, I was also caring for a toddler and a newborn – a.k.a., operating in survival mode. That way, no one would struggle with unhappy emotions on their own. ![]() And to raise emotionally intelligent children. So, when I got married and started a family, I was determined to have the open, communicative family relationship I always wanted. I learned to withdraw and keep any negative feelings to myself, only allowing the happy to show. ![]() While I love my parents, it was frustrating to have my feelings continually invalidated and dismissed. I was not raised to express my emotions openly.
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