It was stagnant.

Every married couple bounds to face communication issues. When two different people come to live under one roof, there are so much to fine tune. Some bad habits cannot be adhered, certain routines will have to adjust, individual lifestyle will have to compromise, etc. I always believe a marriage requires a lot of efforts, like I always mentioned. How to get rid of what we are so used to since the day we were borned for another? It takes alot, really.

Hardly, I shared about my marriage. The current daily routine, his work, the toddler has caused us to brush pass alot of important details of each other. We are starting to develop our own lifestyle.We are beginning to talk lesser. The car ride has become silent.

Last night, we had a talk, perhaps not the longest but the calmest. I felt his fear when he spoke, fear that he may say something wrong or I may explode over his words. Many were against me, my flaws, my incompetence. I listened to him. As I was listening, I was thinking. I do not deny, there were a few moments I wanted to interrupt and defend myself, yet I did not. And so, he finished what he has to say in the quiet room. I had my turn to speak too. We were considering counselling but we decided to put it away for now.

There weren't much conclusion. We all seemed to have an mutual agreement.

Our directions are, of course, Lucas.