A lockdown relationship

A little fed up of hearing ‘we’re all in this together” and yet the media’s out there slamming the government and the world is following scientific advice which confuses me more when everyone’s doing something different.

Better yet what about all these families who have been locked together for weeks on end. So use to being at work, going to school, enjoying a shopping trip and a run around the Peak District.

But what’s more is so many people have entered a new world of unknown parameters. Men helping with the cooking, kids doing school work at home, the constant pestering of ‘daaaad’

I enjoy the family side of things. I love my girls so having family time is something that gives me warmth. Whilst I obviously love my work and dealing with the usual day to day routine that is life I do wonder how the Mrs sees my new attendance.

Some us struggle with ‘self worth’ and it’s always a challenge for those of us that suffer from any level of depression. The mind games one plays with him/herself doesn’t help the days get any easier. And then you’re struck with a simple debate. Politics, not even British politics!

It comes to be obvious to me that women are quite complex and yet simple responses is all that is required to fix a situation. Sitting in silence for days happens to be a norm now as one wrong word could tip the balance.

What’s strange is we men think we understand the problem. Sometimes we need to open up and discuss how we think, what’s in our heads but so many people are not ready for the common burdens of the Male mind.

But, to remain masculine and strong we simply allow the woman to lead and just go where the conversation leads us hoping to avoid any traps that might await.

With the lockdown in full swing and feelings being worn prominently on our sleeves most of us are clashing more now than ever before. Could it be that we see beyond the veil and don’t quite appreciate the new hypothetical views. Or could it be more simple?

Some maths, we work 8-10 hours a day, give or take an hour or 2 for travel, pushing 12 hours out of the house followed by the expected 8 hours sleep, meaning you show you love and express it in some way 4 hours a day.

I could just be overthinking it and maybe I’m alone in these thoughts. I find silence quite overwhelming if I’m honest. My mind wanders and I have some sort of mental battle with myself trying to consider all the things I’ve done wrong and how to possibly fix it.

In the words of the late Chester Bennington “I scream at myself when there's nobody else to fight, I don't lose, I don't win, if I'm wrong, then I'm halfway right”