Thanksgiving....

Today is Thanksgiving. I should be writing nothing other than how thankful I am to have my family. And I am thankful, most especially for my children. But I've never had a Thanksgiving where I felt so alone. It was just "us" today, which I was ok with, myself, my husband, and my kids. My husband has just proved to me today just how much he cares and loves this family. I did all the shopping. I did all the cooking. And when it was time to eat, he made his plate, and planted his ass on the couch in front of the tv to eat. Just like he does every other day of the year. Why, oh why, can't he even sit with us on a holiday? He says he loves us, but going to work and bringing home a paycheck is not all I want/need in a husband. I swear he didn't used to be this way, but as the years go on, I feel more and more alone when I should feel more and more secure in my marriage.