I'm terribly good at telling you what your fault is. I think about it and dwell on it and convince myself that I have done nothing in the world to deserve this. I even run through things that I "could have" done wrong, however I remind myself that I am perfect, I have no faults! I'm considerate and loving and put you first (well as much as can be expected considering I'm a mother and have other obligations called a daughter), I work hard for us and try my hardest every day.
Sad to say, and pathetic to admit, but these are the thoughts that I catch myself thinking. I can complain about another person without stopping to look in the mirror for a second.
Now, I know Joe doesn't read this, or I don't think he does anyways, but I'm sorry!! I really do know that I'm not perfect. I wish I were, well maybe, but anyways I appreciate all the things that Joe does for me, which if you know him at all, you know he does pretty much every thing for me. He's really a good guy and I'm really lucky to have him put up with my "perfection".