Chilhood family: when mom was alive we ate at the dinner table
after that it was in front of the t.v.
First marriage: Never ate together
Latest marriage: Husband insists on eating at the dinner table
At first I balked and hated it. Now I am into it and wax the dining table and place candles and a small vase of flowers and cloth placemats and napkins. The other day I made my first stuffed grape leaves with rice, broccoli, beets and potato salad. He looks forward to coming home and I look forward to his pleasure. We sit and he vents about his day. Our dinner lasts about 45 minutes.
I come from a dysfunctional broken home and a dysfunctional broken first marriage.
I am trying the Mars vs Venus approach and applying counsel from Ephesians and all good advice to make this marriage a happy one for us both.