The last 5 years of life have been crazier than I ever expected. I could not have anticipated how many life changes would befall our family. As corny as it sounds I believed that our first 15 years of marriage were quite the fairy tale with only my crazy anxiety and depression affecting my world. I believed my marriage was in a solid place. Being a housewife with 2 kids and my husbands busy travel schedule was the only difficulty I perceived. I was wrong. Somewhere along the way, my husband and I developed some issues that were not clearly identified. I didn't know that my husband's stress had created an unhealthy communication problem between us. I knew I felt neglected and put aside for other important business. I craved more time together and missed him. The kids had busy schedules with soccer and piano lessons. Marriage is a difficult balance between two people and the lifestyle of trying to get everything together. I was putting my husband's job and my kids on the top of our priority list. That left me feeling as though I was the least important person in our marriage. I couldn't complain, but I did a little. Who can criticize a man who works hard and makes time to coach his kids' soccer teams? He was taking care of us. I still wanted more. Was I too needy to want him to spend more time with me? What I didn't understand that every time I begged him for more attention it put more stress on his plate. He thrives on keeping busy. He didn't understand how my depression was affecting my self-esteem and causing me to desire more from him. My husband isn't a good communicator of feelings. Not a surprise as most men struggle with emotions. He didn't tell me what needs he had and how I was not supporting his needs. Our marriage was in crisis and I had no idea.