*Talk About It: The Power of Communication* Dear Journal, My weekend was great, and my week started on a high note—I’m super grateful for that. But let me tell you about something that happened over the weekend that had me fighting a battle all by myself. So, D is always on the move during the week. His weekend? It begins and ends on Saturday. That’s his _“sin day”_— his words, not mine. He spends it glued to the TV, binge-watching all the football matches he missed during the week, prepping for his radio gig. Now, in my head, I’m like, _“This is your only free day, and THIS is how you choose to spend it? What about family? What about quality time? What about ME?”_ So, there I was, getting upset, pacing around the house, expecting him to get it. Meanwhile, D was stretched out on the couch, having the time of his life, completely unbothered. Every now and then, he’d say, _“Baby, come and sit, let’s chill.”_ _Chill “keh”? Can’t we talk? Can’t we catch up?_ But no, that’s his idea of relaxation, while I—being the talker that I am—need actual conversation. Fast forward to Sunday morning, I woke up still carrying the weight of my silent frustration. Normally, D bathes baby M while I express her food and get ready for church. I decided I’d do everything myself—bathe baby M, express her food, get dressed—all while still silently fuming. The result? We got to church at 10:15 AM. For a service that ends at 11. And D? He still had no clue what was going on. In his head, it was just another beautiful Sunday. Meanwhile, I was silently giving premium attitude. He even tried helping with baby M, but I was too far gone. Then came my breaking point—I refused to give my offering until we had a conversation. Yes, I was that dramatic. And this man had the audacity to look confused, like, _“Conversation about what? Are we not good?”_ At that moment, it hit me: I was angry at someone who didn’t even know I was fighting with him. How much frustration can one person carry alone? And for what? That’s when I realized—communication is everything. We’re all different. We process things differently. We express love differently. But at the end of the day, bottling up emotions and expecting someone to just know how you feel? It’s a losing game. Instead of getting upset in silence, just talk about it. Cheers to hearty and meaningful conversations. Love, Aby 💕