The In Between

Dear diary..

Why isn't that people feel the need to "express" their love through unwanted gifts? I'm sitting next to a family member as my husband looks disappointed while he opens the present.
"Do you love it?!" She squealed
My poor husband while mourning the second Christmas without his dad and aunt grits his teeth and nods. Literally the most oblivious family I've had in a while. I mean it's not really their fault. My husband didn't give them a list. So where they felt there was a need they supplied it. It came from a place of love. We know that. I guess he was just hoping they'd know him better. I can't help but feel sad when I look at him. Knowing that there's no better gift than his dad's voice or his hugs burdens me entirely. No gift will truly make him happy. I feel guilt tho. Maybe if I had been more lenient with the boundaries I placed his father would have gotten to meet our child more than one time at a DQ.. maybe we could've been closer.. maybe my husband wouldn't have to cling to distant memories made lifetimes ago.. I wish I knew how to help.. to fix.. to alleviate any pain he feels. But I am only his wife.