I grew up with parents who never really showed any real interest in what I did or didn't do. They were too busy struggling to survive and providing for us. The few times they did offer an opinion, it was usually a criticism. I always felt that they didn't accept me for who I was and that I could never please them.
Which is why, when I grew up, I longed to meet someone who would accept me with all my little oddities. I dreamt that I would one day marry a man who was kind and forgiving. Someone who would love me to death, no matter how many tantrums I threw or no matter how unreasonable or moody I was. I thought that that is what love is all about - you know, accepting each other unconditionally.
Now, my dh is a kind man and he does love me, but not in the way that I had hoped I would be loved. See, I am very disorganised. I have moments of blazing glory, where I sort everything out and get really really organized, but I run out of steam and can never sustain it. It doesn't come naturally to me. My dh says that I am an excellent mother and wife, but whenever we have a bit of a tiff, it always comes back to my lack of organisation. Dh says that he doesn't understand why I allow things to get so out of hand, when I know how unhappy and unsettled it makes him. He almost sees it as a personal insult to him.
I have over the years tried to be more organized (even joined The Fly Lady), but I always fall back into my old ways. Sometimes I get cross, because I think to myself, why can't my dh just accept me with all my shortcomings? I accept his'. I want to be loved unconditionally, I don't want to always feel like I am not making the grade. Why can't he just let it go?
Are there anyone here on MN who can honestly say that their dh/dp accept and love them unconditionally? Or am I being unreasonable to expect that from him?